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

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

Rap temple custodian, i'm priest to meet you, you're elite too?

We' ve got opportunities to create

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Got a letter from the doctor saying to meet.

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

If you see me wanting to battle you you know i'm after you,

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

And i am trying to hear what you wanting to say

I had a mother, working trying to make ends meet.

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep