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

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

A thug niggas in tha house

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Or slowly scissor cut you in to quarter portions to eat

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

Big homie hov said i am close

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Whose res-u-me, as you may have heard, 's to trap cha with laughter,

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

But folks just look at ‘em and stare, like they’re holding mac 10’s,