This is a song about "Wanting to meet a guy you ve been texting"

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Enemies wanting to finish me, mind your self as a saint,

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Got bullets dyin to meet you

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Wanting to battle me? you must be stupid

And she deserves a guy who can meet her needs and in between

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

But i get you, i bang with you the long way

And i am trying to hear what you wanting to say

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

And drinking but ever since ive walked threw the door ive been wanting to bang

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Learned to hustle from a guy named mel