This is a song about "Dustin lucas matt"

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

Like fuckin marcus camby, i'm delonte west, lebron moms getting fucked

I made up my mind, on 24th august i was gonna tell her.

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Ridin' with rats you niggas should be in glass slippers

Leonardo da vinci invented scissors

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

Hotter than camel toe on the first of august

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Come august seventeen i'll be living the dream,

August and september, and by the start of october

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped