This is a song about "Where a matchmaker"

Cold, my style making my nose run

Cough up a lung where i'm from, the south son,

You where a bitch then, you're still a fucken bitch now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

In a southern redneck trailer park where you ain't got a minute,

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Cause i’m a profit; i can see bodies flying every where

In a place where race and class defines your past,

She wear a scarf, louis v to be exact

So she loving me, got a house up vagas,(where it ought

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

What a story, it's where the chapter ends

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

Really get a shot especially where i'm living