This is a song about "Matt the white boy"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

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

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

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

The poor southern white boy, he's like picasso for sure,

Man im so cunning, best white boy out here stunting, im the one they discussing.

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

The biggest white boy we all know thats what em is

I know i'm a skinny white boy who raps like a drug addict

But i never break a sweat, it takes effort to conflict

A white boy rapping yeah that could shock an electric eel

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

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

We up in diamond supply, spending that carat cake