This is a song about "Deeds"

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Given into my selfish deeds

In private, not public in the streets

Then quickly people start activate reactions through words , thoughts, and deeds

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

I hope hes forgivable, my deeds left me shivering cold.

Never is my repenting equal to the actions of resentful deeds done

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

We tend to all our deeds

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Dick dastardly deeds destroying the neighborhood

So you got three feet on me, i do hating deeds

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats