This is a song about "Meet me on risley thats my block i keep it posted up there"

If i didnt meet you, there wont be no smile on my face.

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

I keep on puffing till my chest hurts ill keep on chatting up these girls

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Posted, see me on the wall like an art show

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Than i light the block up i just flame it

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

I keep my choppas on deck it probably split my fucking glock

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Now that it is posted i cannot take it back

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

I keep an eye on my enemies and foes.haters keep me on toes/

Always keepin it real showin my girls how to keep a glock on your block concealed,

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat