This is a song about "Straits of matter"

It wasn't a matter of my cannabis passion!

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Sick of these "rappers" that don't matter, just bastards with no game

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Trail of blood splatter, brain matter leading to the scene of the crime,

Matter of fact jacobs ladder collapsed,

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Or will we matter? in the end, this rendition of life

As a matter of fact

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

Only a matter of time before this shit erupt,

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup