This is a song about "Time and crime"

It's not a crime, or what's inside, it's just until the end of time. (thyme)

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

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time

When black males are stereotyped and arrested for crime,

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

Spittin rhyme after rhyme and committin hard crime

Fuck all the people rapping about drugs and crime.

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

Sick of seeing crime and rape and all this bitter ass violence,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Pacifists yak and chunder, they thunder this is a crime

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time

But it’s hard to believe with all this poverty and crime,

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

People see it as a crime, i could do serious time, but it's all fine,