This is a song about "3 states of matter"

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember

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

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact

Matter of fact jacobs ladder collapsed,

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

Track 3.) man of the year (man of the year)

And this the endso good luck with your career

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Principal of the matter is ya aint got what it takes

But the truth of the matter is,

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Only a matter of time before we get fucked up,