This is a song about "Phases of matter"

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

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Its just a matter of time, guess we'll wait and see

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Matter of fact he don't got one and thats a scary outcome

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

Matter of fact jacobs ladder collapsed,

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

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

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

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Wont silent the wreckage, but sirens are stacked cages, that lack phases,