This is a song about "States of matter and phase changes"

And no matter where all of my friends go

And i did the video for really though

Pocket racked up all big faces

(bridge): i can feel the changes

You're lightweights, a tight phase, of rhythms

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

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

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

Saying that we need some changes

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

...mist of rap...whatever, it don't matter, shit

Drugs, and ass,haters dont phase my hearts on everlast!!

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and