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

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

We getting money, you can face the facts

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

Matter of fact jacobs ladder collapsed,

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

So let 'em chase love

But pain last...life changes,

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Leave the states make peace with myself and erase/

And that whole happy thrill scene just suddenly changes

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

I let her decorate the real estate

In three states you're accused of rape