This is a song about "The times"

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Times like this i remember the hunt

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

The rest is alright but cant stand the test of the times

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

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

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

To real life: large minds abroad the hardship of hard times

Relive all the good times

There is a light that shines

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

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.