This is a song about "Matt cotter"

What time is it, huh? check my french

Be the little kid crying on the bench

Then write another hook in my mac book

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Visible meaning that my spot will be unsinkable.every verse lay is a miracle,

I'm born from chemicals, i'm a criminal, screw it i'm even biblical

You over there, definition of your standard tool

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

Screw up the cup, i'm on

Pay dues like a hair salon

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Hands off the wheel now you really pissed me off,

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

So before you post better think ahead,