This is a song about "Matt s everweekend"

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

And that´s how it has begun

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

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

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill