This is a song about "The little things you do"

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

And with the little bit that i have left to do,

Nor all the things you do.

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Still remember all the things you said

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

All the things that ill do, my inhumane brain/

If i did not do the things i do i would be dead

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

What do you want me to say? your a lovely little liar.

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Probably be dirt rich and worthless

It's crazy the things the world can do to us

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Things get a little obscene as the knife gleams in vaseline