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

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

And not let your absence phase me

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

That we can't forget the past

As a matter of fact

And all the changes happen fast, ain't no avoiding what's imminent

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

And today i'll demonstrate i'm something your lyrics couldn't phase

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

Leave the states make peace with myself and erase/

Oh shes been through the oral phase, anal phase, orgy phase, squirting phase

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

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