This is a song about "It s time to glo up"

So sad you had to miss your mom' s prom

Hold up call it prime time, hold up i'm a mob bomb.

And that´s how it has begun

I'm a son of gun

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

It was up to me to choose it

Alright lord you know what time it is, it's time for me to school you up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Telling me to give up rap one more time

Promise me you won't step out of line

Before we see it's hard to live

It´s the battle of life

In 2 to 6 hours

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!