This is a song about "Shity things"

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Maybe ill grow up and do great things

Doing every day things, at night

Them people see my good side

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Soon enough i want those gold things

I'm tryna learn somethin new

All the things we been through

You mother fucka claim you murder things

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Crappy shity feces

You gotta breathe and be at ease

But this ain't physics or rocket science

I would do awful awful things

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

They say he the key to my blessings