This is a song about "Matt chen"

Burned, squirmed to char and buried in the ditches,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

So they quit voting me, so i say fuck cyphers and props,

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Your saying i suck, well fuck, i guess its my bad luck, mister buck,

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Anyone around me will get burned and get some tan lines

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

Life's about decisions man

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

In his knapsack and drifted in delight.

Stop thinking so hard and trying so hard

Like a small garage in your backyard