This is a song about "Matt fat"

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

And when it come to the cash

Fuck me in my fat ass

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

That!but i am ugly and fat,

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

In their penthouse suite, where they spend their days getting fat

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

I put that shit on my man

Joeamam a big fat fan

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Badly company wants her for ad she's too fat