This is a song about "Matthew coon"

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

You ain't a thug just a crushed bug on my windshield on the road to fame,

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Roses are red and violets are blue

June to september was the period of the flood

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Bet i get like 8 of them

Come battle the blue dragon

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

Toes, no attention from bitches, so no kissing this toad

Steal from the rich, snake oil to deceive

L o u d air i breathe

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

I'm a snake injecting some venom in