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

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

But the truth of the matter is,

As a matter of fact i did happen to have some weed

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law

Principal of the matter is ya aint got what it takes

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

Matter of fact watch for the piece and repent to jesus

A fly nigga, i keep having the gravity grievous

Disappear broke every law of physic and spawned death.

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Only a matter of time before this shit erupt,

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

And fiendin' for my mercedessuckers scatter

The chosen one in a bunch of matter