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

And i like my girls with ambition

At times i feel death is the best win

I miss the times when i was glad

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Open bar with the torch card, now i open my own times^32

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

All the times i wasted sittin round gettin high

Hop in and let me test drive

Reminding me of the bad times

There is a light that shines

Relive all the good times

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

I remember dates, times

I stared death in the eyes a couple times

Picture me lettin this chump survive