This is a song about "Matt tracy"

Murder by stand your ground, pounded 'em, there's evidence,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

With a trail of dead mic's cause these wack cats get stopped like red lights.

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Burn rubber, trail of fire prior to gas and a lighter,

That binds us, it defines us, there's no guidance? god? no evidence,

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

Gears begin to clash, engine starts to fail, black smoke trail- i'v gone off trail!

My cred represents for my neighborhood, it's spread evidence,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

No evidence of what dad did to her, she cleaned up the blood stain