This is a song about "Matt tam"

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Your aura, royal blue,

Peel ya entire cap back while my stacks stay fat.

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

At your cap like masks are on, axes like we're aztecs,

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Imma pop a cap in your hand~and leave your hand on your cap,

And ill bus a cap in your ass

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

Imma pop a cap in your hand~and leave your hand on your cap,

Bearing the knowledge that, our brothers in africa are hunting resource

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce