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

Then turn around and fuck one more like it dont even matter

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

And those scores don't matter.

Well, that's what you are

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

The chosen one in a bunch of matter

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

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

But the truth of the matter is,

Matter of fact watch for the piece and repent to jesus

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

We getting money, you can face the facts

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