This is a song about "The law of matter"

Gripping my balls screaming out fuck the law

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

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

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

Principal of the matter is ya aint got what it takes

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

The chosen one in a bunch of matter

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

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

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

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

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

Matter of fact watch for the piece and repent to jesus

Now momma told me be careful who you love