This is a song about "Matt blair"

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Razor blades are sharp as hell, you might as well embrace it,

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

I never use a fork i always spoon her

With handfuls of razor blades i'm cleaning you with mace

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

With handfuls of razor blades i'm cleaning you with mace

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Hell, probably be scott-free, doubt i'd be duly caught

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Tick tick boom and you got a hole in your ears

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

And i'mma show you how the south was won

You can search but you'll never find

We see less than the legally blind