This is a song about "Dying in time"

Write in my spare time, gold chain that's glare time.

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Corduroys, cam will shine

You will be shutdown in no time

You're insane? you're putting bullets in my barain and i still aint dying

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Sign a cdbut right now, does it look too shabby, t?look down can't even see my feet

Poor people starving dying in the streets, the ones in charge are the elite,

And this will be the song that we sing

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

I’m coming back like light-skin and

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

Now all cuzza you i'm fuckin dying in this cell