This is a song about "Prime minister"

In the prime of my life

And when i start to rise

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

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

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time

But they butt heads like two rams in their prime

Malcolm sex is the devil's minister

A metaphor, for the insecure

When i haven't even hit my prime

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

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

Like a even better pac in his prime

I shine, you shine, so we shine