This is a song about "Matt blows"

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

No need to decode, but yeah sometimes the truth blows and you trade blows

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Just let them know you're like machete blows, got macs packin',

This maze i'm in amazes me at times

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.

Where only the wind fucken blows

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Yeah, maybach poetic genius

My enemies get no blows in cus

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Bad bitches get low

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Making hoes drop to their knees pleading with free blows

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Body doze off, give em karate blows