This is a song about "Things i like"

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Like "don't let 'em 'round our women" cuz we own women like things

When i am mad, and things look bad/

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Like "don't let 'em 'round our women" cuz we own women like things

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Sorta bitchy but i understood how he was seeing things

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Creeping into real things, like maniacs

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

Been spending most our lives

Yeah, i tossed out all my ex's things

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Ings, now listen to the way i change these things

Music helps me realize things i didnt know,

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show