This is a song about "Smokin weed old times juggalo harsh times trippin feelin good"

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Said off so many times, writers block, its hard times

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

You better get with the times

Girl, you remember all does times,

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Reminding me of the bad times

She cries reminiscing on the good times

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

I apologized a trillion times

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

All the good times and all times we said i love you

Got a flock full of dimes

The world seems strange at times