This is a song about "Fin times"

The world seems strange at times

What we gotta do to survive

Relive all the good times

Been spending most our lives

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

I'll say the fword over a hundred times

As the sun fin a be in the east bound

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

High advice, we are in blight times

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

I snort all of them, giving me the adrenaline, to keep going this ain't fin,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Girl, you remember all does times,

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights