This is a song about "Matt l"

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

Im here to get personal an slaughter you, maybe your daughter to, be scared of what ill do

E-v-i-l cant you see this is i-r-l, do i gotta spit some internet slang to get it threw to you

Why you ignorin these feelins between us, must be that "l" word

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

Bitch..im shinin brighter than a l e d light

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

The l in his hand to yell in advance

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Feel like l laughing and sticking yall in broken elevators with

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Don’t believe me? look at l, pac, big, and proof,