This is a song about "I ve counted the times"

I apologized a trillion times

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Paper planes, long flights

Relive all the good times

Been spending most our lives

I remember dates, times

You better get with the times

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

I was young and naive and was surviving the times,

Or all the times that i got lit.

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

A babysitter. now i submit these lines tryna admit the times

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

And i just bounded past so many rappers, 100 that i counted