This is a song about "Issue of the times voters"

We'd dine out, those were the best of the times yo

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

The game is rigged, they buy up all the voters

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

I'm the definition of the memory from better times,

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

We need to talk about this issue, every minute's the limit,

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

The issue with that shit is that i don't give a fuck

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

You bout the issue bro, cus ive been though more shit then a tissue roll.

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

Relive all the good times

Before we see it's hard to live