This is a song about "Spending time with you"

Why do you have to ruin my time when im with her,

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

By the time i'm done with you, there will be nothing left

The last time you came at me an got hit with defeat

Sorry mama, i can't turn the other cheek

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

Next time they bribe you with a text of nine lines of crime

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Separate your body and soul and schedule you a time with the heavens

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover

They're spending time on the vines n' the other hypes in culture

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

With all this hatrid, you still got time for all dat drama on ya facebook,

And shits not perfect but at least i'm not spending all of my time on bridges

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love