This is a song about "I got time to spit yo game"

I fuckin placed you in boy, so stop playin with yo' toy, you'll have time to do that

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Yo it time to slaughter another fake mc

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Wanted to hit, but then i started to spit, got a pitch

I dont even spit game , all i do is speak

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Hoes are what i don't chase, i got no time to waste

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

If i got time to fix this then you got time too

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Yo i spit this shit and rock mockers like hot pockets,