This is a song about "Boy try step in my face try ain t got no time to waste bliegh"

Riches haven't come my way, no matter what i try

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

She can make a pimp fall in love

Try to quench my rhythms

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Taking time out my day to try and open up your eyes

You wanna step in the ring with me and try to offend me,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Anyway you waste my time, time to wipe of that smirk

I try to make time last

That we can't forget the past

Try to write a rap but i got no direction,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait