This is a song about "Phases of matter"

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Sick of these "rappers" that don't matter, just bastards with no game

A bunch of knuckle fucks who snuck a buck but it doesn't matter

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Or will we matter? in the end, this rendition of life

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

A perfect angel-a, matter of fact that's what her name is.

We don't ever make love

People living through phases

Only a matter of time before we get fucked up,

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

As a matter of fact

They got me trapped

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Matter of fact watch for the piece and repent to jesus