This is a song about "The time i meet my angel"

And i don't waste my time!

You reflect in this heart of mine

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

I arrive and burst into the room and im first till i meet my tomb

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

Like that one whore yeah that one i meet at the store,

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

That makes up my product. every time i rap, the haters

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

I want to meet her again to have the favor repaid.

And my clique make that dinero, so it's time to meet the fuckers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse