This is a song about "Matty locke"

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Tongue twister like a braid, mister, dont overrun my parade

Put it on everything, history i'mma make

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Everyone assumes i hook up with a whole bunch of preteens,

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

You'd predict we're a bunch of miracles.

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

I'm john wall, on call, i'll ball all night on any beat

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,