This is a song about "Things"

They say nothings ever free

And i'll make things creamy

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

You mother fucka claim you murder things

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Realising that world leans on things

For years like their degree

Spitting things inefficiently?

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Yeah on a beat i may say things

Fights break out because of the little things

I think it's more racist than ratings

Cause real niggas do real things

Silicone bitches got the confidence

And i drop top off in a hot cold

All these things until they unfold