This is a song about "Time"

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

They're a waste of your time,

Stalk that time get it get it,time, time,oh give me some mo time

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine

Void, 'stroyed sent up in time,

And now these hoes are on my line

And that's about the time

Westside, bitch i run mine

Welcome to organized crime

It's refrigeration time

Every time i kill, every time the same.

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

Time is automatic

He'd rather wisely use the time

Promise me you won't step out of line