This is a song about "End times"

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

I'll say the fword over a hundred times

I remember dates, times

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Like kg said cowards die a thousand times

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Click-clack, backtrack to earlier times

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

This road.....never seems to end

Never ever pay rent

Hard to kill, how many more times?

Before we see it's hard to live

She cries reminiscing on the good times

Just to make it in this broadway lights