This is a song about "Matt chen"

Infectious like my rhymes, i'm fighting crime, and picking wages

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Without being able to see the beauty, that's flashing by around me,

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

House gets raided at 3 in the morning

But they see no beauty in our lyrcial mastery

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

We're trapped like hamsters in cages, constantly running as they handle our wages

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

He told me i'm the ruler of his world, but my beauty is hard to measure

You wake the next morning

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Seeing your beauty in person, i'd give anything to be able to do that.