This is a song about "Matthew is crusty"

Below me, is where you's rappers reach is/

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

Half your body laying on my chest

Your bad is what is alleged

Your flow is wack and mine is concrete,

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

As often, i do this

Guess how big my dick is

Shut yo big fat crusty ignorant lips up and listen

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Lower than the lames is

And maybe cupid won't miss

And now that i’m getting money

Like your raps are crusty.