This is a song about "Pass the time"

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

And roars at hearth, the final farce, has come to pass/

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I already have my pencil out for the test ready to pass

Block the pass, we on top/

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Head of the class moments need to pass

Ten or four, sirens go off as the police pass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Please pass me the vial

As i light one for ill will

So pass the baby oil

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil