This is a song about "Matty almond"

Summertime in the city

Low hanging fruit that was me

Straight from my bombers bay

Why i can't move away

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

I can't describe it, but my love can't be cracked like a pistachio nut

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

So i can nut on these hoes

You feel it from your head to your toes

Than i pop a pill and swallow that shit with an almond joy

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

No matter who gon' show up i make em move over

August and september, and by the start of october

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route