This is a song about "Optimus prime"

Prime your rotting corpse with lime

Until the end if time

Trying to bring hip-hop back into it's prime/

I try not to obey them at anytime

And now these hoes are on my line

It's like watching pac in his prime/

Guilty, but i'm an artist in his prime/

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

Sound off for a man in his prime

Right flows down and they might go nice

In the prime of my life

Nice then nasty..she transform like optimus prime

In time we learned to live a life of crime