This is a song about "When i first met you"

When i became eleven. same age i made my first confession,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Before i met you, i was a lonely book

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Cause when i get done you might need more than a first-aid kit

Im blowin money first boy just like i do when i leave,

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

When i first started rapping this is how i really spat

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

I'm glad i met you in the city that day,

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

25 with an ltime to prepare to do fed time

And i was about nine when i wrote my first line