Written By: Matthew Reid July 8, 2013
Recorded at: The TH (July 2013)
VERSE 1
Ima real cool cat, a laid back cat/ if i was over weight i'd be a maybach cat but uh.
Through my travels, i still gotta battle/ man all of the b.s. her peaches are my apple.
"You've got a new album it was strictly for the hoes/ It'll help us go gold make our label not fold".
But if it goes gold that means I'll lose my soul/ no longer will be brash, whiplash with the cash.
Man i gotta stay true, my people need the truth/ with everything they do, they never keep a clue.
Brauds lose their shoes as they fucking get the news/ that Matthew just died suicide after two.
I stay innovated I'm always introspective/ but fuck all of that my nigga back to the message.
The reason why you sweating, the reason why you stressin/ the reason why you frettin, cause you faggots over stepping,
Your territory, man your bursting your bubble/ your talking to me and people think that we're a couple.
Screw all your questions and expectations/ can't deal with the drama I need a vacation.
I'm still ejaculating with no masturbating/ you love "Don't Text" that's why we're debating.
VERSE 2
"Mr. Reid what do you say to your fans"?/ man fuck all my fans nigga be your own man.
You think that it's a scam then that scam is probably ran/ by the same fucking man who got his hand up in the sand.
He builds his own Castle the shit's not Crystal/ go see Flo Rida he can make your single whistle.
I don't want the fame but I'll take the acclaim/ we're all fucking wired and we play the same game.
That game's beyond lame everybody flocks to it/ your raps are real dope man those hoes are real fluid.
Nigga I'm not stupid, your ass wants something/ man stop with the bullshit man stop all the fronting.
Man stop all your cussing, and stop all your running/ just sit down and say your ass needs money.
These god damn tours only turnout is some whore's/ who's only sucking dick man they suck it through the door.
Man they suck it through the floor man that floor is 44/ "Dysfunctional Adulation" bitch loves "Amor".
Yet we still adore and yet we still praise/ you always say faggot yet we question if your gay.
What do you mean if I'm gay do you hear what i say?/ those rhymes are fucking bangers man they're like an AK.
But that AK ain't straight more likely man it's strained/ fuck my damn label everybody know's it's name.