This is a song about "Matt blair"

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

We both teenagers with the same mind state

I'm on the british south east coast mate

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

With a rich bitch giving me head, sat on the blower to mallower back in

I'll fuck up more tricks than a crack-addicted david blaine,

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

School of the hard knocks with some british knights

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

I'm on the british south east coast mate

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping