This is a song about "Matthew coon"

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

I never use a fork i always spoon her

They killed both of them and drowned the kid in hot water

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

Hard horned stab and jab like a ram slam bam damn

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

She sucks my d like a hippie sucks a toad, rappads frozen i better click reload

Truth be told, i'm only seventeen years old, my heart is bold, i keep tryin to stay gold,

Don’t like to see when she talk

No match to my flow, dog

S.w.a.t sick a hound on me for peeps and staring

You know that love is a very serious thing