This is a song about "We first met"

The day we met, i cant explain the way that i felt.

I’m a top tier nigga looking for respect

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

Sorry punk you just met raps first youthful maestro,

What will we do first? start another war rape the economy like a whore?

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

We both met new people, some real some fake

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

How we met was destiny, our love is honestly true.

Im like no other rapper that you've met.

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

She was fifteen when i first met her, i was still young, never knew love could be so close,

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

This isn't the first time we perked their ears up,

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut