This is a song about "Telling the time"

It's the art of storytelling and i'm only telling mine

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

Like suicide and the voices inside telling them to do this.

Na its all about the blue, man im telling you its true

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this including you, miss. turn around

Everybody outside on the porch,radio blasting neighbors telling us to turn it down

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Why deny a lie when you die for telling where the truth lies.

Telling them its okay to look away from the mess they caused/

Want the title but im always fighting under card

And telling every girl she the one for me

I got plans for you look in the sky baby