This is a song about "Straits of matter"

But the truth of the matter is,

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

A bunch of knuckle fucks who snuck a buck but it doesn't matter

It wasn't a matter of my cannabis passion!

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Only a matter of time before this shit erupt,

As my name get bigger this game get different

Call me vanilla nothing offends me, oh as a matter of fact

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

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

Ain't no one in my circle that can say they perform better

Matter of fact jacobs ladder collapsed,

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

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

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste