This is a song about "Solidstates of matter"

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

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

Call me vanilla nothing offends me, oh as a matter of fact

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

Trail of blood splatter, brain matter leading to the scene of the crime,

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

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

As a matter of fact

And i can write a hook fast

So, just tell me something about yourself

As a matter of fact i'm on that top shelf,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

The chosen one in a bunch of matter