This is a song about "Nigh time"

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Y'all stay on syncopated time

You reflect in this heart of mine

You are wasting your time

Divine rhymes, time and time again i'm lookin'

Only concern was the home that was close to him

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

Born in a turbulent time

Chasing money in the city of crime

Committing crimes, fucking dimes, doing time.

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

Stalk that time get it get it,time, time,oh give me some mo time

But every time he's there he feels he's wasting his time

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime