This is a song about "The 3 states of matter"

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

They're busted rhymes on the wall of shame, cause they don't matter.

Principal of the matter is ya aint got what it takes

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Id laugh like "whats the matter"

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

I ain't from the states but i get money like bill gates

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Matter of fact watch for the piece and repent to jesus

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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

We hooked up 3 days later, in the back of my homeboys ranger.