This is a song about "Our time"

No it's not our time, you saw my last rhyme

But the same deposition take it every time

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

We teach our future our past

In time our wonders / will become sublime to youngsters

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

The greats have passed, our time at last, the hero is/

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Poke out from behind her

Your our provider