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

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

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

Because the case plainly states that slavery was just the prequel

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Ahead of the game fuckin yo mom with three chains on

Holy shit there three of you?! this shit hypnotic, only in the chronic.

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Nigga don't give a fuck, that's that wolf gang swagger

Years for that matter, but no matter the matter

Took the van, went snatch her

Id laugh like "whats the matter"

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Then the stars don't even matter