This is a song about "Dont waste my fucken time"

I'm here just to waste time,

But check out how i roll mine

Feels like everything i do is just a waste of time

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

And i got them gold bottles, first place

You're a waste of time, a waste of space,

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

I look and see it as a waste of time

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

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

If i count all of my thoughts that'd waste all of my time

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Escaping from my fucken gun

I beach chair, with my malibu vision