This is a song about "Time"

If out of line

And that's about the time

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

Your time is up, your time is due,

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

Every time i kill, every time the same.

You are wasting your time

There you lyin’ a rhyme

And now these hoes are on my line

No man, now it's my time

And at the exact same time

Welcome to organized crime

He'd rather wisely use the time

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine