This is a song about "Gtm tickets"

You in the past me and future on the same watch

Paid for all my tickets, cops begin to drop some charge

So fuck macklemore, his tickets are rip off

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Cause the tickets all sold

Hand to hand in the cold

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Buy some tickets in case

Let's face it, i can’t replace

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Going to her concert payin for tickets at 50 bucks a pop,