This is a song about "Same dam time"

But at the same time emotions run at her like " take me!"

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

But at the same time at that time was no equality,

Looking classy at the same time,

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

Spending her time with him i guess

God dam imma soul mess,

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

But at the same time don't just stand there all complacent

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Cause there'll never be peace

Write and same time blowin reef.

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time//

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line