This is a song about "It s quarter to 10"

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Go to s c take on the game cocks

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

It’s a quarter to imminent, ten minutes to infinite

That i can only love you when you undressed

S on my chest like a superman vest

Or slowly scissor cut you in to quarter portions to eat

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Folarin, the muse of the hater

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

That´s not what we taught you, you swore an oath

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose