This is a song about "Composition of matter"

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

...mist of rap...whatever, it don't matter, shit

With a skillful composition

It's my fact y'all are fiction with diction

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

With the content of my composition

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

Matter of fact jacobs ladder collapsed,

You so got me, i'm open for life forever my wife

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

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Call me vanilla nothing offends me, oh as a matter of fact

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

I won't retire ever, nigga i'm forever clever

A perfect angel-a, matter of fact that's what her name is.

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss