This is a song about "The times"

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

We will never die, we are forever alive

I miss the times when i was glad

No, not bombs over baghdad

I was growin as a person in the hard times

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

I stared death in the eyes a couple times

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

The world seems strange at times

When i get my hands on nines

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Reminding me of the bad times

Relive all the good times

Rollin' down the four o five

Paper planes, long flights

But to think the first 3 times