This is a song about "Things"

Soon enough i want those gold things

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

I would do awful awful things

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Creeping into real things, like maniacs

When you spill out hits

Cause real niggas do real things

Thank god i found you

Nor all the things you do.

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

All these things until they unfold

Education is the center of better things

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Couldn't understand why things

Back with a vengeance