This is a song about "3 states of matter"

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Do i doesn't matter if you just walk out of my life,

It wasn't a matter of my cannabis passion!

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

Yo randall, i'm half of what you are in just 3 days

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Which created 3 branches of our government, executive, legislative,

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Matter of fact watch for the piece and repent to jesus

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

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