This is a song about "Matter"

Well, that's what you are

Now you ask whats the matter?

She should have invited her

No matter what the torture

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Or bigger or wider it really don't matter

White black contrast doesn't matter

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Some do it, some don't, it doesn't matter,

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

And then along came the wrong man for her

Years for that matter, but no matter the matter

But you know what, that ain't matter

Tell her drink, come get drunk, it's nut cracker

Id laugh like "whats the matter"

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her