This is a song about "Matt matt hough"

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I was sad to be tardy. i acted like marty.

My boy matty p's ferocity speaks prophecy

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

And these lackluster whack fuckers question me

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Uhh young zeke with it, now danny gunna go switch hit.

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Stop trying to play dim, no truce or alliance

And drew up a blue image of the day she died

My conscious only knew whats half tight

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Messin with niall & marty,

You're a shit stain of a dim dame with my disdain and a half grin

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin