This is a song about "Its closing time get to the nearest exit closing time we re closed"

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Floating, gloating, g.o.a.t.ing, in closing

Floating, gloating, g.o.a.t.ing, in closing

But he don't rule a thing

Now its time to get my point across

Intendent attend them, cool cause

And there's no closing the door on this, my foot's on the floor.

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

But by the time you get the check its time for the rent

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

This time ill make sure the caskets closed

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

I've taken the time to perfect my rhymes,now its my time.