This is a song about "Best times"

Hard to kill, how many more times?

When i get my hands on nines

Relive all the good times

Then put it into sex drive

Remember when we went to happy times

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

I said i'm sorry for the times that i ain't do my best

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Said off so many times, writers block, its hard times

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

Destined to win, get respect where i live

I apologized a trillion times

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

At times discreet, used with power at best when silent

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust