This is a song about "Simple things of life"

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

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Lost in the lack of appropriate answers to my many simple questions,

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Fights break out because of the little things

Put you on a swing n all kinds of freaky things

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

The simple things in life were getting pretty old

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Just a new niggah tryna get the groove of things

I used to think that life was simple, then took a different turn,

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

More than i like to admit, i was just frightened of things

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference