This is a song about "Composition of matter"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I keep on going till i matter, won't just be a piece of matter

Look at the competitions composition

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

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

Only a matter of time before this shit erupt,

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Only a matter of time before we get fucked up,

So, just tell me something about yourself

As a matter of fact i'm on that top shelf,

No matter of the gray, the clouds, or the stormy weather

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

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

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