This is a song about "Fecal matter"

That we picked up at the last concert

No matter what it fuckin hurt

But you know what, that ain't matter

And i just want to hold her

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

White black contrast doesn't matter

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

So no matter what you been through,no matter what seen through

The chosen one in a bunch of matter

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

I told him get his 9 and run

Always fly dont matter the occasion

Cause i can’t wait much longer

No matter what the torture

Poke out from behind her

And those scores don't matter.