This is a song about "25"

Writing raps is the only way i operates,

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

I go 25 hours a day sometimes when i rhyme

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

"25 to life" and this hatred of mine

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

Do it like tonyfuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

It's definitive, my love is equally infinitive, your potentially is unlimited.