This is a song about "Matt thinks he can dance"

"but that is alright" he thinks cuz "i'm doin' fine"

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

420 is a fucking faggot,just to test him if he thinks he's sick ill disinfect him

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

He thinks he's tall and got muscles

Or closed casket for our troubles

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Stick nine inch nails through his eyelids since he thinks he's shady

We on a world tour, wale your man

The teacher told him he can

He can sing, not ripped apart,

No wonder why when times get hard