This is a song about "Matt cotter"

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

You just another tool in the tool box

You bitch boys have your own tab, but i'm running up the check

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Machine the way i'm skilled

I am just an artist

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine

Ass cap, put em in the river,

I got something you've been waiting for

I guess i crunched yo bones in half, a machine like ed reed built me

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family