This is a song about "I aint a traditional individual as an individual i aint as invisible im not afraid to conquer any man cause i can beat anyone with my master plan i aint got the time for no disrespect the world is watching and you can be my suspect i can realx and breath"

I aint got the time even though i can write over ten lines

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Bitches on my lines i aint got no fucking time

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

But you can bet i aint about to cooperate

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

I can sense the end aint gunna be a sweet one

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

You my master i can be your slave

But i'm not in the first place

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

So as an individual if you feel invisible

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I aint a traditional individual

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal