This is a song about "Still on tha matter"

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Keeping artist still like nappers,none of your raps matter,i know i'm going to

And my visceral matter will splatter on the stratosphere

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Deprived from tha streets i emphasized it hard on each beat

And i could see you coming home after work late

No matter what you say you will still find the hate

Blood spatter, cerebral brain matter splattered on the mad hatter,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Lyrical daggers come in spiritual matter, sharp clatter on the biblical chapters

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

Rythm it's off on tha station it's a lyrical race an