This is a song about "Check the time"

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

I know my lyrics twist, no need to check the sanity gauge!

Charles manson in the flesh, i kill a nigga for the check

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

All my fans are getting pumped up- check the barometer

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

No impostor just check the flames this nigga conjures

Check out my style here's the esoteric kid

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Fuck you if you feelin' different

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