This is a song about "Deeds"

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

In private, not public in the streets

When it comes to shiva and me its a scary scene with good deeds

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

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

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Listen to every word that i slur

Good deeds are the seeds of a beautiful flower/

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

We tend to all our deeds

No time to plot retreats

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Good deeds count for nothing and there's more to life than fucking,

Given into my selfish deeds

Get grand slam fans out of they seats