This is a song about "Doesnt matter"

Loadin up my pinata, ready this day doesnt involve drama,

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

And then along came the wrong man for her

Psycopathic vengeance matter?

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Years for that matter, but no matter the matter

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Doesnt notice those slit wrists

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Or my parade for that matter

I l-o-v-e the thc, w-double-e-d, either n-a-m-e doesnt matter to me,

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money