This is a song about "The times"

The world seems strange at times

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

And i'll carry this legacy on til' the end of times/

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Forgetting about the people 4 times harder,

Reminding me of the bad times

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

All the time with this glock of mines

Relive all the good times

But to think the first 3 times

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

I was growin as a person in the hard times

My passport got stamped before a couple rhymes

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

I'm the definition of the memory from better times,