This is a song about "Matt muir"

Inside we're all the same, equality is commodity it's not about

Of an elderly man with diarrhea with no bog roll - when his back is out

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I feel that my rhymes spill and they mind bog-gle

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

My nigga conrad murray just balled on him

So if it comes down, may the best man win