This is a song about "I ain t got the time for this shit"

So let's have a toast, everything fine

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Ain't got time for mingling, when i write shit so riveting

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Y'all wonder why i got this rage and all this hate for the man,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

*aight now its time for t smallz to hop on dis shit*

Cause bitch, i'm big business

I got my crown for this