This is a song about "Meeting your ife"

Rolling while im blowing this stash

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Meeting me for them just has gotta be so awesome,

Your family, your friends,

To increase my ends

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Meeting people who i wish i've seen

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Then lost her faith again

Then you deny ever meeting to greet or acquiring these

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Your on fire.. your on fire