This is a song about "Matthew thompson"

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

See with a district columbia vision

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

I really wish i had my gun

Cold, my style making my nose run

Till the baddest one killed with a gun.

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

Take me away away

Don't let the verbal tommy spray,

You talkin bout toting that gun

I beach chair, with my malibu vision