This is a song about "Meeting someon"

Then you deny ever meeting to greet or acquiring these

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

I assume you'll be meeting your doom,

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Heeding a meeting with the devils anvil.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

Meeting jesus asking him to make me kean for successes,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

Go like i never seen a red light shine

Like people meeting people online,