This is a song about "Back in time"

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

I'm cruising the dime, trying to get back to my pad in time

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Stop milking our time, in the back of your mind you think, "we don't give a fuck about you"

Void, 'stroyed sent up in time,

Who's on my line

Yo i'm turning back the time

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Back to when he was around all of the time

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

Looked back in time, saw all the pain next to mommas wine

Back on subject this one time,

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine