This is a song about "My time"

But now i took my nine,and now's my time

You reflect in this heart of mine

Now its time for me to stop wasting my time

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Chasing money in the city of crime

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

Ive lost my mind, took my time,

And now these hoes are on my line

I'm in my zone, it's my throne, it's crunch time

In time we learned to live a life of crime

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

Speak my language i think it's bout time

'cuz my clever lines murder diabetics every time,

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

No man, now it's my time

3 times, show me your peace sign