This is a song about "Straits of matter"

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

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

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

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

Principal of the matter is ya aint got what it takes

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

It wasn't a matter of my cannabis passion!

Only a matter of time before this shit erupt,

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

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

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

As a matter of fact i'm on that top shelf,

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself