This is a song about "Skipping clocks for my man"

So all the hustling for nothing man

Try to protect the neck, i ? from ya boo thang

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

Dont search for fame, thats my current thinkin man/

See i'm the serial killa.and man i love my mutha.i would do anything for her.

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Just take control if you can

Em see, im coming for you man

Alarm clocks roaming, my words still snoring

Stand for something or die in the morning

Quick im hear for kills and a man of my stature is to much for you to handle

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

You the man, fame, here's my man cane, reaching for something

Skipping class and growing cold

I say that the pool is closed