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

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

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

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming

While the states are spraying kids with 'straying' clips for cash that's running/

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Then the stars don't even matter

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

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Huh, i can't interpret her

Now you ask whats the matter?

At the age of fuckin three

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Ahead of the game fuckin yo mom with three chains on

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Leave the states make peace with myself and erase/