This is a song about "Matthew"

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

I'm a blessing but no i ain't a saint

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

His forename was joseph, it's what got him started

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Tried to be a saint once,

Lately been writing poems

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

Christine was a story, yeah.. i gave her bad direction,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin