This is a song about "Matt lewis"

So fast we cause paul walkers god damn car wreck

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.

I'm john wall, on call, i'll ball all night on any beat

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Uh, and trayvon martin had to learn firsthand

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

Got a dream like martin, and i must see it be complete/

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

And yea we both coming

But joseph u aint did nothing

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised