This is a song about "Met a girl at a party"

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I met this girl named mariana

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Welcome to fagville, population: you, and your girl at the motel. isn't life a hell?

There's a party i gotta go too

Can't nothing come between me and you

Take a look at my girl, take a good glimpse

Bring the battering ram where you live

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

You are all wet,caught in a net,your worst fears met

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

They say will rogers never met a man he didn't like, obviously he never met you.

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

I swear i never met a girl like her before

And that i spent the night with her

Once i met a leader