This is a song about "Matt and stephanie"

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

And get it again and again

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

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

What i do, through and through and

Regardless to all them, i appease her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

African queen got what you need

And kill yourself and your clique

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

No, no, we are not those