This is a song about "Things i like"

Creeping into real things, like maniacs

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Enhancing things randomly like connections with my family

Yeah, i tossed out all my ex's things

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Pass that, catch back, fast that

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

That's why like this beat, i try to get things for free

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

I know i have to get out and just make things right. (make things right)

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

When i normally think of hell, i think of things like being slaughtered,

Yet the things that i love

Niggas talk with limited service