This is a song about "Came of the e way tickin"

The clock is tickin', this is no time for dissin',

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

Its the h.o.r.s double e

C’mon and let’s chill baby

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

Out of the way, with the golden hat on the ground

Ay yo you wonder who i are

It's way past the work of a doctor,

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

Kids in the wildy get the fuck out of my way

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I l-o-v-e the thc, w-double-e-d, either n-a-m-e doesnt matter to me,

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Who came from the city of casa grande

Eazy-e, the grand poppa of hip hop, his beats used to be the jam//

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham