This is a song about "States of matter"

In three states you're accused of rape

They say them colors must be fake

Invades states, degrading babes,

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

It wasn't a matter of my cannabis passion!

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Or will we matter? in the end, this rendition of life

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Celebrate the very day that she get past

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact

And i can write a hook fast

As a matter of fact

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Do i doesn't matter if you just walk out of my life,