This is a song about "Law of conversation of matter"

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Stop taking drugs and be aware of cops hey yo mcee obey my fucken law and shut of the computer bro

Matter of fact watch for the piece and repent to jesus

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

Only a matter of time before we get fucked up,

Doesn't matter the time of day, not even the weather.

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Matter of fact jacobs ladder collapsed,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

It wasn't a matter of my cannabis passion!

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

But the truth of the matter is,