This is a song about "Tween things"

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Realising that world leans on things

While scheming on hits

Chattering bring back other things

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Yeah, i tossed out all my ex's things

Yet the things that i love

Ships that sail to distant places

To take all those wrongs and make them right

Doing every day things, at night

You mother fucka claim you murder things

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Education is the center of better things

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

Fights break out because of the little things