This is a song about "Matt blair"

Trapped in the projectsand the jury finds you guilty on all accounts

I make this music for the track killers, and when my trumpet sounds,

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

Maybe i should sell out and go platinum, here the trumpet sounds,

The differences between being queen and being bitch

Broke freddy's fingers and put a curse on the blair witch

Either a gang nor band but the people still roar like lions when i make more fans

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Metro zoo in here, with my crew in here

Instead you walk up to me and squeal

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Leave ya dead, i roar no more questions left guessing if i'm hardcore

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

But it's ordeal that i must make girls squeal,

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

Just know fame has a price, lose everything