This is a song about "Conservation of matter"

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

The chosen one in a bunch of matter

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste

Only a matter of time before we get fucked up,

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Only a matter of time before this shit erupt,

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

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

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

A.d. 2, on the way, let's do this

But the truth of the matter is,

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

As a matter of fact

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

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive