This is a song about "Matthew thompson"

Phony is unfocused no mercy on the street

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

When they see me on elm street

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

I rap with talent like a fifty caliber barrett

Leave you severed across the street

Sometimes i think, what i need

He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,

A demon come near and i might throw a spear at the omen

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

No stress battling cos you copy shit, but i'm original, invent it like thomas jefferson/

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago

She probably had a reason though