This is a song about "Matt the twat"

I'm the operator, the administrator.

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

All my shit designer

Than the birds on the wire

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

The more battles the better the flows

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air