This is a song about "Matt the traitor"

Ok i hear you talkin

The bigger the the fun

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Thinkin of the the dreams

I'm why baby mamas leave

Here's the answer and the antidote:

The street slang i be speakin in code

Never been a traitor.. your jealousy making me even greater

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Malia family, we the family

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most