This is a song about "My time"

Dont mind me as i work on my rhymes all the time

So let's have a toast, everything fine

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

Time for the drive by, oh my

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Speak my language i think it's bout time

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Like eminem but in my time

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Your mother and my nine, got the bitch praying for her time

She prefer the dutty wine

I know, i know, i'll serve my time

Now its time for me to stop wasting my time

Guess that means you can never be mine

'cuz my clever lines murder diabetics every time,

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine