This is a song about "Displacement over time"

Over and over again tried

My uncle pulled me to the side

Its time for sexxydave to be gettin all over the mic/

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Of disbelief the past is over its time for the future and

Good love then i can do that for her

Wake up for god sake your break time is over

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Over here, money over there

Must be time of month hormones all over the shit

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

As we vanish into displacement, the ghetto becomes vacant

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

The way i write has got the king working over time,