This is a song about "I meet you the girl and the kid of my life"

After party crib full of broads all naked

While i spin a tale of the quiet kid

Lighter, and i could fuck around and let you meet my sparks

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

The rest of my life as a buster ??? i was ten and became

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Well until i meet this one kid

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

I arrive and burst into the room and im first till i meet my tomb

When the kid inside of you homesick and tired of the world's shit/

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

You test, and i might just bring the opposite of life

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries