This is a song about "Shity things"

Yeah, i tossed out all my ex's things

These chalance give me balance

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Your destiny is a recipe for better things

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Cause real niggas do real things

Soon as the stooly sings

Chattering bring back other things

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

Come get some, you little bum

Taking things that need taken

You mother fucka claim you murder things

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

All the things we been through

Is because of you