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

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

And anybody who fucks around and thinks they can go dissin' me,

Blind, damn his so fuken kind he thinks he is better than me

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Only thinks about himself never about his people he walks amongst the evil

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

He can split he can bend

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

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction