This is a song about "Second coming"

Skills for the second spot

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

They like talking, its like gossip

Lights coming up, night coming up,

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

Findin myself thinkin of you every second

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Second i give into proof,

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

They fuckin running ,motherfuckers coming

Can’t you see just how long my run

Gimme a second i reckon

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Now ma i have to get real for a second, tell how i feel for a second,