This is a song about "Time flies when you re dead inside"

Hell naw you need to re-think that

Top dropped down, black on black

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

You saying we rap's claimin' a fighter pilot flies don't

Sit back and watch your sunrise

While you chinese be eating flies

Area you can find, cause when i get inside

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

J. cole runnin' late

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Nobody ain't own us yet

Even when my dreams are dead

When you spit you flow goes at the door slow and soon hits floor, bang dead,

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head