This is a song about "Matthew matt chard"

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Through the microphone, max alone, hold the throne, slam ya,

A mark on my fucking heart go ahead

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

Kids out on the corner cold, bring em in to your heated flat

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

My lyrics are ill to the max that's why they've thrown up,

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

Whether i'm a billioanire or flat broke

Your rap is #mindfucked, your #flat line's stuck, my verse on the mic's like an #assit #burns!

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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