This is a song about "Party at matt s"

Mow anybody wanna play some hockey

Let's get, get, get this to the party!

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I am the show and the after party

But folks just look at ‘em and stare, like they’re holding mac 10’s,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

The next day i chilled at a friend's house party and he played ny state of mind

What them tippers don't see

Cause im here throwing the party

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

That´s when i started to rhyme words at the navy

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king