This is a song about "Matt cotter"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

And i must admit

Throat clench and your smile flip.

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Shift time, drift into a swift roller coaster lift

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

But i gotta make sure i’m right

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

I just gets it in first lady queen pin

Fuck what you think of me i would rather chuck than to change a little part of me

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Hello! everyone please take your seat,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need