This is a song about "Making fun of matt"

Make fun of me and yell at me well fine

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Boy in a flash its like you start to replace him

And start making all kinds of commotion

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

'til the thrill of killing animals was no longer fun.

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making

Old school convos, talking bout lotto, spreading advice, always a lot of fun

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

In control of everyone, that's got to be a fun job

Of a pig, having fun at a oil rig

So drop the slam and let's get sick

Old school convos, talking bout lotto, spreading advice, always a lot of fun

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine