This is a song about "Deeds"

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Dick dastardly deeds destroying the neighborhood

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

In private, not public in the streets

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

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

Given into my selfish deeds

Can barely walk the city streets

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

We tend to all our deeds

And she throws up whatever she eats