This is a song about "Badman things"

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Soon enough i want those gold things

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Yeah, i tossed out all my ex's things

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

All these things until they unfold

To my unborn child

Making things hard to find

These chalance give me balance

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

Realising that world leans on things

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Now i'm thinkin about doin some bad things

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Education is the center of better things

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits