This is a song about "Matt grand"

She dont have a problem with, with

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Just spend a grand and i'm not about to stop

I made it out a land where they die before they see a hundred grand

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

Win the grand national, i'll get some capital,

You're my grand prize only on my second try

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

My dick worth at least a grand

I start to think it's all planned