This is a song about "Matthew thompson"

I told him get his 9 and run

Just give me a carrot gun

And i'm raw, fish scale

Then dad payed off my bail

Now the boy says that he don't need a dad

I know the world been waiting for that

When i'm finished with these niggaz, they be calling me "dad"

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

Think your fly? fuck guns i pull out and let the #fly #spray

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

Mum and dad dintnt like it

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

Spray your face with mace till you start to see space

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days