This is a song about "Meeting"

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

You where destined to lose on your way out of your mothers womb

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

Like people meeting people online,

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Balls deep in this evil device, meeting his sweet demise

Got my clothes togeather had a meeting with universal

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

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

I assume you'll be meeting your doom,

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Meeting people who i wish i've seen

Kill you in the cypher,death in the first meeting

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

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