This is a song about "Matter words"

And those scores don't matter.

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Anything worse than my words

The chosen one in a bunch of matter

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Years for that matter, but no matter the matter

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

No matter what it fuckin hurt

So that don't even matter

My records sell, yes sir

And then along came the wrong man for her

Or bigger or wider it really don't matter

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

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you