This is a song about "Homeless out of money out of food very sad time everyone was affected redundant lasted twelve years lonely dark time saved by ww2"

But it's time you faced reality, it's time you snap out of that daze.

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

By the time you need food its already spent

No money, little bit of chance, skill, and i was out sold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

There you lyin’ a rhyme

I'm taking out this time

They alll ran out of money.

What them tippers don't see

I'm gettin paid for my trade but i'm still realand if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

Instead of pulling them out of my own mind, but now this time when i rhyme they're mine,

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Top it, climbing mount everest, prime time fucka, gonna bring out the best of this

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine