This is a song about "Conservation of matter"

Trail of blood splatter, brain matter leading to the scene of the crime,

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Matter of fact he don't got one and thats a scary outcome

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

They're busted rhymes on the wall of shame, cause they don't matter.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Just lay back, get your face slapped

As a matter of fact

Matter of fact watch for the piece and repent to jesus

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

The chosen one in a bunch of matter

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Matter of fact, i'm dying cause you suck so much