This is a song about "States of matter"

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Matter of fact jacobs ladder collapsed,

While working on my mistakes

Invades states, degrading babes,

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

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

No matter of the gray, the clouds, or the stormy weather

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Try to keep your spirits up, lil vodka whatever

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

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Only a matter of time before we get fucked up,

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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