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

Matter of fact jacobs ladder collapsed,

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

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

Then the stars don't even matter

Of impactful things one can ask for

Principal of the matter is ya aint got what it takes

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

I keep on going till i matter, won't just be a piece of matter

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

When we dropped the curtains, doesn't matter,

And i ain't frontin for her

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

No matter what the torture

Ay yo you wonder who i are