This is a song about "A conflict in artemis fowl the time paradox"

I talk in a way that, few of you would take the time,

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

In time we learned to live a life of crime

In the wrong place at the wrong time

And just in time your head is mine

And the world will stop in time

Fuck a toast, i'm dead i suppose, main conflict diseases

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

You niggas goofies, it's a conflict that is kinda crucial

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

A nuisance, wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines in the papers

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Left leg paradox, oxymoron the right, guess i'm a cripple

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

If theres a time that in the hood