This is a song about "Matthew harding"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

I rap from the deep of my hart, i am not fag nor whack

Hopefully i can get in the hip-hop hall of fame

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Yell in my hall,"son i know that you're blazing"

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Only hall of fame i be inducted in is the alcohol of fame

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

Only hall of fame i'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Ima join the hall of fame like a white scottie pippins

Roll hall of fame even though i walk in the church

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

When i see u ma hart go bom bom like a beat