This is a song about "Real things"

And brutally doing things

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Point is real things,the jas crew joint

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

I’m tryna be low key

And i'll make things creamy

Simple things yes but to me these things just seem obscene.

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

You mother fucka claim you murder things

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

While scheming on hits

That going through some things

Fights break out because of the little things

Hold it..now thank you for silence

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/