This is a song about "Matt the white boy"

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

No timeouts homeboy, just one time

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I’m just a flowing white boy who has mad haters

The white boy dissing you till the peel breaks of the snake

Hoping i could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

Pockets on heavy d, bitch i'm hot, third degree

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

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

Never had the time of day to hear a white boy rhyme