This is a song about "Phases of matter"

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

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

So i guess that's where i hide my things

I go through phases of violence

Matter of fact watch for the piece and repent to jesus

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

With their names in history pages and created places and phases

But the truth of the matter is,

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

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

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