This is a song about "Party at matt s"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Toast, toast to the party!

I stay lonely and cocky

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Same girls at the party, same dope hip-hop tracks

School just finished it's time to party

They say i talk like im god body

I’m at the party sipping on bacardi

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

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

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

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Toast, toast to the party!