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

But shit it's all mine, at all times

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

She cries reminiscing on the good times

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

Reminding me of the bad times

Rollin' down the four o five

With you going through more terrible times.

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Remember when we went to happy times

Bring the battering ram where you live

Click-clack, backtrack to earlier times

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.