This is a song about "Meet her"

You'll meet a new enemy,

Hey, must be the money

Everybody gets beat so lets meet

African queen got what you need

Got bullets dyin to meet you

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Flow faster than usain at a track meet

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

My fist will meet your face, beatin meat in her face, dont fuck wit people

Asking her to meet me at six by the church of the saint to talk about things we had done and said

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

I re-decide to meet her, now weeping on this car-pet

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit