This is a song about "Badman things"

Yeah, i tossed out all my ex's things

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Simple things yes but to me these things just seem obscene.

And you all will respect that

She did things that were bad

Couldn't understand why things

I only got four minutes

Yeah on a beat i may say things

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Creeping into real things, like maniacs

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Spitting things inefficiently?

They say nothings ever free

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

These chalance give me balance