This is a song about "Matt cotter"

Grain grippin’ on the wheel

But it's clouds over here

He smoked, she drank, he stoned, she ratchet, he clank.

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

No wife, no kids, with this knife and this wrist

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

You pull up in parking lots

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Ten years in an aluminum box