This is a song about "Matthew coon"

High everyday my favorite color blue

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

Keep my grass cut/ so i can always find a snake

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

Acting like you're a cop-killer slash godzilla,

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

I fell out of my moms golden vagina which a remindsa me that im a golden kid,

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Sheep to snake, shaking those two feet to hate

So what you got golden teeth

So if you wanna leave

Trying to live our lives like our lives are so golden

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

I know we jumped of a bridge, and now billy ain't here,