This is a song about "Conservation of matter"

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Only a matter of time before we get fucked up,

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

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

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

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

It wasn't a matter of my cannabis passion!

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

Only a matter of time before this shit erupt,

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

As a matter of fact i did happen to have some weed

Do i doesn't matter if you just walk out of my life,

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive