This is a song about "Passes"

Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down

But the bad time passes, and your left with a crown

An hour passes no-body knows that he's gone

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

Through glasses seeing everything as it passes, the work of the jerk in a working world

No corny chorus is good enough for us while she passes through

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

Westside, bitch i run mine

I guess it's good, it passes the time,

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

And everyday that passes it seems i'm lying in a sea of sorrow with my

But as time passes i enjoy little

With a honey in the middle

She passes the bong, and slowly removes her thong,

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong