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

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Principal of the matter is ya aint got what it takes

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

It wasn't a matter of my cannabis passion!

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Only a matter of time before we get fucked up,

Regardless to all them, i appease her

The chosen one in a bunch of matter

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law

Or will we matter? in the end, this rendition of life

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

But the truth of the matter is,

Gotta be something for me write this