This is a song about "Straits of matter"

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Matter of fact jacobs ladder collapsed,

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

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

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

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

And no matter where all of my friends go

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

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

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

But the fact of the matter is, were a country in need of saving

If its not couture, i will not go to her

The chosen one in a bunch of matter