This is a song about "Meet"

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

If me and those close in my circle didnt' meet

Following her in every street hopen we could meet

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

When the planets meet proper conditions and positions,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Meet some new friends who act like hooligans,

February cold as my heart

Fuck, meet me at the park.

You'll meet a new enemy,

I reel them in, goadomes on see

I had a mother, working trying to make ends meet.

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

I had a mother, working trying to make ends meet.

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep