This is a song about "We matter"

We all need to grow up, don’t matter east, west, north, south

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

And those scores don't matter.

That damier bag i bought her

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

No matter how many records we wreck and diss them,i do it for fun like exhibition

Then the stars don't even matter

And i just want to hold her

My records sell, yes sir

Psycopathic vengeance matter?

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Third eye high, this does not matter

But no matter what we have to stand a fight through,

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Are you fast? it don't matter

See, i like the person that you are