This is a song about "Matthew is crusty"

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Sentence after sentence is what it is

Cash is overflowing

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Sometimes i think, what i need

Your flow is wack and mine is concrete,

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

This is ice, this is frozen,

Shut yo big fat crusty ignorant lips up and listen

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

The bomb is can bwe you is