This is a song about "The times"

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

Forgetting about the people 4 times harder,

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

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

A babysitter. now i submit these lines tryna admit the times

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

You better get with the times

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

She cries reminiscing on the good times

We will never die, we are forever alive

This is something different

Times like this i remember the hunt

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

I was growin as a person in the hard times