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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

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

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Principal of the matter is ya aint got what it takes

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

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

The candle had weight, had to of been 3 pounds.

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact

But the truth of the matter is,

Hoping that nobody don't notice