This is a song about "Straits of matter"

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

A perfect angel-a, matter of fact that's what her name is.

But now i’m ok, i got my shit together

Doesn't matter the time of day, not even the weather.

As a matter of fact i did happen to have some weed

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

No matter of the gray, the clouds, or the stormy weather

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

And served it to the public on a silver platter

They're busted rhymes on the wall of shame, cause they don't matter.

Matter of fact, i'm dying cause you suck so much

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Principal of the matter is ya aint got what it takes