This is a song about "Interstellar matter"

Take a backseat in my grey matter

That damier bag i bought her

Took the van, went snatch her

So that don't even matter

Third eye high, this does not matter

But that's what he liked her

Are you fast? it don't matter

What is hittin' for

When we dropped the curtains, doesn't matter,

Baby, you know who you are

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Years for that matter, but no matter the matter

Then the stars don't even matter

And i ain't frontin for her

How simple they are

White black contrast doesn't matter