This is a song about "The wait is over"

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak

If it doesn’t work all i gotta do is wait for the word on street to internationally leak,

You had 'em over at your house, the guns would wait to start,

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Present on the train of disbelief the past is over

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

From you. you're the one holding me back at the club or maybe the pub down the

Is the only one who keeps bending over exposing whats under like ya mama

Of disbelief the past is over its time for the future and

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

So can throw gasoline all over me yeah guess you can wait

Just wait til the next track

She always comin back

Take your time when you’re with me baby

Just wait, this is not the end p