This is a song about "Things left unsaid"

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Take the exit, the nearest left

Soon as the stooly sings

Soon enough i want those gold things

Your destiny is a recipe for better things

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

The deepest of your feelings

Maybe ill grow up and do great things

Yeah, i tossed out all my ex's things

Been spending most our lives

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Cause real niggas do real things

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

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Now everything, i dont say be left unsaid,