This is a song about "Matter"

Or my parade for that matter

Huh, i can't interpret her

No matter what it fuckin hurt

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

Life wont matter or change

Said her hearts, in a cage

Third eye high, this does not matter

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

Take a backseat in my grey matter

And i ain't frontin for her

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Are you fast? it don't matter

But you know what, that ain't matter

You told me god was the answer

Took the van, went snatch her

Too little here to matter