This is a song about "Just"

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

They say nothings ever free

You're just history

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

You think you win but its just yatzee im just

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Stick around and fight this. we might just

Of yourself now everyone just

And the word most important

Just get paid, just another day

Okay, fucking with me nigga no way

Just keep it straight and just not bent

Half your body laying on my chest

By any means, if ya like it or not

Man can you just stop? just stop.