Matter Lyrics - Confidential It Really Doesn't

The recurring hook—"It really don't matter to me"—serves as a declaration of indifference toward what others say or do. This refrain reinforces a sense of untouchability and detachment from the consequences faced by those outside his world.

It really don't matter to meIt really don't matter to meIt really don't matter to me It really don't matter to me (what you do?) Confidential It Really Doesn't Matter Lyrics

Come on, uh-huhConfidential, play hard, babyCome onUh, uh-huh The recurring hook—"It really don't matter to me"—serves

Much of the imagery is aggressive, with frequent references to weapons ("bustin' my clip," "Glock 9") and violent outcomes for those who "talk" or challenge his authority. Sound and Context Sound and Context It's open season, all them

It's open season, all them C's, let's get it onWho want to come down and test Cajun?I'll slaughter all of ya if I want to, heard me patna?Y'all gon' learn how to respect your fatherI'm the street scholar, squeeze tight on myAnd take what I want, get caked in my spot, chiefI knock out teeth when it's drama, no doubtMight as well be summertime, the way the heat comes outAnd I'm quick to collapse, so y'all better watch how you act'Cause the the clip on my 38 will make my wrist snap backAnd I draw like Doc Holiday, see ya tombstone'Cause I'm ready, I'm so, so ready