This is a song about "Medieval times archers"

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

She cries reminiscing on the good times

The world seems strange at times

Take her back to where i live

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Click-clack, backtrack to earlier times

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

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

What we gotta do to survive

The world seems strange at times

With you going through more terrible times.

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Relive all the good times

Short days, long nights

All the time with this glock of mines

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.