This is a song about "Phases of matter"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I keep on going till i matter, won't just be a piece of matter

They vaguely decipher my language

Matter of fact, i'm dying cause you suck so much

Only a matter of time before this shit erupt,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Doesn't matter the time of day, not even the weather.

My nigga banks just be ready for whatever

Playin' like he'd play me, phases of lame statements made

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

They're busted rhymes on the wall of shame, cause they don't matter.

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Do i doesn't matter if you just walk out of my life,

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Only a matter of time before we get fucked up,

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup