This is a song about "Meeting"

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Meeting me for them just has gotta be so awesome,

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Like people meeting people online,

Private plane, my seat recline

Kill you in the cypher,death in the first meeting

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Meeting people who i wish i've seen

Nigga you were wrong, you jumped in front of my gun, and heard the boom

It's all be over soon, and with a silver spoon you'll be meeting your doom.

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Balls deep in this evil device, meeting his sweet demise

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

You still fucking that slut? or meeting hot maids down in your pants, dreaming