This is a song about "Straits of matter"

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

...mist of rap...whatever, it don't matter, shit

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

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

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

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Only a matter of time before we get fucked up,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Matter of fact watch for the piece and repent to jesus

And the moon looking beautiful as ever

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

The chosen one in a bunch of matter

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her