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

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

I ain't got the time for your stupid fucked up lines

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Well i guess this it doc, time for me to say goodbye

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Dont got time for ya mommy

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

And she rides me again this time for longer, i say damn girl ill never lose this boner,

Now this time not looking back cos i know you got scraped

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips