This is a song about "Mat and his shit bars"

Slap the shit out of the abuser and let him know his a punk ass looser

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

Do you not re-read your shit before you take it to the mat son.

I just did a remix this a tribute to his crew and shit

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

So i went down south but i ended up north

The shit i saw would make king bawl and shit his drawers

Yo it's lu, and the rap shit is flowin' through his veins,

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

And on his worst days, he's still writing bars

The you should look up in the stars

Moron spitting bars behind his computer screen

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Shit my bars are heavy as pounds

Start beef bigger then your spouse