This is a song about "No jail time"

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

Ill kill you with no trail, no jail,

No man, now it's my time

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

No time waste, regrettin tht yu were born...

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

Oh i’m nothing like your home girl expect, expect

So i have no time to be stressed, no time to be depressed

Your father sits in jail

Naija guy like wale

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

So i have no time to be stressed, no time to be depressed

No time for make up and no time for truth

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth