This is a song about "Matt coins"

Iron maidens coins flip like fingers, slip into thick slime

Went and bought two sixty twos, at the same damn time

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Your outta coins in this rap game ima plow you like a freight train

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Coins flyin out my pockets my nigga thats what i loose