This is a song about "Fecal matter"

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Cerebral blood splatter and brain matter

The chosen one in a bunch of matter

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

What is hittin' for

White black contrast doesn't matter

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

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

Psycopathic vengeance matter?

My records sell, yes sir

Third eye high, this does not matter

I'm gettin discouraged with her

How simple they are

Are you fast? it don't matter

See, i like the person that you are

Then the stars don't even matter