This is a song about "Matt again"

And get it again and again

Bet i get like 8 of them

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

Hey little boy, im back again

Shit, we don't believe none of them

I hope we meet again.

Snipers on the mic again,

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

If a nigga didn't fake like them

And i'd take it again

Marshmallows inside my pen

I'll dab again again again

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

I'm gonna fuckin stand again.

Monday in my room again

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen