This is a song about "3 states of matter"

The candle had weight, had to of been 3 pounds.

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

Invades states, degrading babes,

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Principal of the matter is ya aint got what it takes

They're busted rhymes on the wall of shame, cause they don't matter.

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Only a matter of time before this shit erupt,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Or will we matter? in the end, this rendition of life

Temporary the richest, legendary's forever

Doesn't matter the time of day, not even the weather.

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Matter of fact he don't got one and thats a scary outcome