This is a song about "Things"

All these things until they unfold

And my regime includes east coast

Creeping into real things, like maniacs

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Guaranteed to bleed deeply

And i'll make things creamy

I feel my work ain't enough

Yet the things that i love

Yeah on a beat i may say things

Not king james, these were coke kings

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

Doing every day things, at night

Spitting things inefficiently?

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Education is the center of better things

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience