This is a song about "Meeting your ife"

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Your family, your friends,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Then you deny ever meeting to greet or acquiring these

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

Heeding a meeting with the devils anvil.

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Meeting people who i wish i've seen

I assume you'll be meeting your doom,

And her smile lit up the room

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/