This is a song about "Solidstates of matter"

This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt

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

Principal of the matter is ya aint got what it takes

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

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

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

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

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

But the truth of the matter is,

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

Only a matter of time before we get fucked up,

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Only a matter of time before this shit erupt,

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup