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

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

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

This prada make me shallow

Thinks they can play in my m-o

What's that michael, wow my boy said that he thinks you're queer

She seem a little brave, but i sense the fear

We can dance but your chances are slim to none

Well baby bot there ain't no question

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

He thinks he got street cred because he sped while he was in a lane

Good kids make bad grown ups

He thinks he's tall and got muscles

Now when he thinks of then he begins to cry.

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

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

Chasing money in the city of crime