This is a song about "Length times width times height"

Said off so many times, writers block, its hard times

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

You won six times and twenty two times you've lost

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Relive all the good times

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

I really remember and miss all those times

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

With you going through more terrible times.

Remember when we went to happy times

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

This is how she want to live

But to think the first 3 times