This is a song about "Matt putting up threes"

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Its putting a whole weight on my shoulders

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Putting all you desperate rappers wrapped up in bed

If you know like i know, you should lie low

Slim chance, but i'm putting up a fight though

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Putting up with 5 days of school only to live it for the week,

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

I'm everything that they call nice

Come see me in my court, scoring them threes.

Without even putting anything on his dick,

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

No religion, putting 10 bullets in your chest

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent