This is a song about "Matthew fowler"

Bitch im gonna blow you sky high

These haters hope i hurry up and die

This a little tune to keep you motivated and inspired

With my lyrics i'm elusive, two stones for my one bird

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

Now there fucking dead i've hit them with a baseball bat.

But im still young and the holder

Took the van, went snatch her

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

I feel an irony assuming you look like a tweety bird

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Look i'm fly, super saiyen high

Aint that why we get high,

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

Like when you shot yourself

Sweet, okay makes sense