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"

This is it though i'm runnin' out of time to write

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

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

Running out of time your hour glass collided with my ill mind,

No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived

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

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

Its time for the new king who is out of his mind

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

To pay for the food in his garden its almost time for harvest its a combination of toxins

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Once upon a time vocab limitless until i ran out of syllabus