This is a song about "Deeds"

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Given into my selfish deeds

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

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

The center of the east coast my emblem reads

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

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

Dick dastardly deeds destroying the neighborhood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Little more weed, first class seats

We tend to all our deeds

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked 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

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