This is a song about "Time gear"

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

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

On high gear, time's slowing, my eyes open, still right here

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

You know i was ridin’ and you switched up a gear or two

Fast lane on that last gear,

Unable to think clear

No wonder they resroting to gear, get you gears cranked, rears spanked,

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

Time to prepare to do fed time

I shine, you shine, so we shine

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,