This is a song about "Matthew is crusty"

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

The blunt that's lit, burnt me quick and blood gushed from my crusty lips

Like your raps are crusty.

And they can't see the tragedy

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

Your flow is wack and mine is concrete,

Cash is overflowing

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Knowledge is power information is key

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Is a necessity,

Your bad is what is alleged

Now move a little bit to the left