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

All the time with this glock of mines

The world seems strange at times

All the good times and all times we said i love you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Turn off the lights

The world seems strange at times

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

With you going through more terrible times.

I speak to cj often and sometimes

Like kg said cowards die a thousand times

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

Picture me lettin this chump survive

I'll say the fword over a hundred times