This is a song about "All things matter"

How bout all things that were so untold

Time to get her bags get ghost

Still remember all the things you said

Give us this day, our daily bread

Rhymes, lines and multiple syllable among all other things

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

You u can go back home and erase all the things

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

It doesn't matter if a rapper talks about all his bitches,

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

In all the things i had to waste

Every day no matter what i do all the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

We all need to grow up, don’t matter east, west, north, south

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows