This is a song about "The particle theory of matter"

Always fly dont matter the occasion

Top ranked, number one my son

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

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

I delete they history

What's the matter man you seem filthy

The chosen one in a bunch of matter

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

That we can't forget the past

As a matter of fact

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

No theory can explain how i love the pain, blood drips like rain

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

This is my take of the matter with no first hand success to back it up