This is a song about "Play time"

But i - somehow, some way

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

And oh, i gotta find my way

Your nervous when you hear this play

Hit you from a block away

Cause that's the only way to play

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

These days, i don’t really got time to play

Fuck tha policewon't fly away, thug, till i dieyou wonder why i'm made this way

Look i have no time to play your lyrics are like eggs what the fuck are you tranna say?

Music is my form of expression, play it loud, play it loud, play it loud

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

Now aspects requiring humans come into play

Feeling dilla, never killing with the gun play.

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day