This is a song about "Matter"

Huh, i can't interpret her

Or nirvana it don't matter

Too little here to matter

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Take a backseat in my grey matter

Id laugh like "whats the matter"

The only time i flirt with her

Now you ask whats the matter?

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Or my parade for that matter

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

But you know what, that ain't matter

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I don’t care where ya are

Then the stars don't even matter