This is a song about "Cliche things"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Couldn't understand why things

Cause real niggas do real things

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

The life, and the way! go into the unknown and make it more then a cliche!

I follow that cliche and write what i know

But like a porn star i'm best when to swallow

Realising that world leans on things

I only got four minutes

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

And brutally doing things

They lying on they jimmy

Spitting things inefficiently?

And i'll make things creamy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free