This is a song about "Matt died"

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

And that's how my story ends: my mom died

Flyer than the rest of them

Sure he died in 96 n

But now look at you, you wouldn't care if i died

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

Well its done. its over. my wife is gone, she died.

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

He died on my 16 birthday,

I need money in a major way

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

If i died would u miss me?

High heel wearer, hell of a body

The old me's gone he already died

Studio fifty four if we get the props right