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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

I ain't from the states but i get money like bill gates

From the discussion of top three

Let me rideuntil i get free

Yeah, right, get over here faster

Id laugh like "whats the matter"

Because the case plainly states that slavery was just the prequel

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Because the case plainly states that slavery was just the prequel

You couldn't even name three kings at the top of ya brain,

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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