This is a song about "Tween things"

She always comin back

She did things that were bad

What preceded was the clue

Nor all the things you do.

Fights break out because of the little things

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Realising that world leans on things

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

All this paper i fold

All these things until they unfold

That going through some things

Been spending most our lives

The things im most scared of

Hop off the bus

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

You mother fucka claim you murder things