This is a song about "Things"

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

And i'll make things creamy

Couldn't understand why things

While scheming on hits

Cause real niggas do real things

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

Fights break out because of the little things

Creeping into real things, like maniacs

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Your destiny is a recipe for better things

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Yeah, i tossed out all my ex's things