This is a song about "Things"

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

You mother fucka claim you murder things

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Cause real niggas do real things

Now i'm thinkin about doin some bad things

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Yeah on a beat i may say things

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Spitting things inefficiently?

Hopin' that my niggas see

And i'll make things creamy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Their sayin on my mind

Making things hard to find