This is a song about "Fuck this life shit no time not even for the right bitch but you know we got a shot for you snitch"

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

You aint got time for no hoes, i aint even got time for time off

And i don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Ain't even right for presidency, he should be shot in the face

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

My ear's rang, a warning shot came, no time for another prayer.

The snitch on the block be running for his life

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

On they twitter writing novels, see

But you can't have this shit for free

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

But you know ill stay struggling just for right now