This is a song about "Meeting your ife"

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

Balls deep in this evil device, meeting his sweet demise

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Meeting jesus asking him to make me kean for successes,

I assume you'll be meeting your doom,

And her smile lit up the room

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

Got my clothes togeather had a meeting with universal

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

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