This is a song about "Matt s everweekend"

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

And that´s how it has begun

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.