This is a song about "It s my time"

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

It never crossed my mind, how much i improved from then to now and time to time

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

It's my time, top it off with two pistols

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill