This is a song about "All the time"

Dont mind me as i work on my rhymes all the time

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Gettin high all the time with the girl im gonna make mine,

Don't hate me cause i'm true and i'm blue all the time.

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

But me and my mom poor all at the very same time

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

You should rap about other people, not just you all the time

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Wishin u was by my side every second all the time

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Deep questions, cloud my head all the time

All the time i missed in rapping

I was born to do the damn thing