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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

It was only the beginning phase

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

But the truth of the matter is,

And i don't rely on no bitches

Matter of fact watch for the piece and repent to jesus

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Matter of fact he don't got one and thats a scary outcome

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

Fucking concussion in my mind and it don't even matter

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

But it made me the man i am today, thanks