This is a song about "Time is a i need and your ass is grass"

Rappad is aight, your ass should hop on a plane and take a flight,

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

And your life is ass but you can't admit

All you need is a spark two make your mark

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Whose primary concern is just to hustle and to blaze the grass,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

The year is twenty-ten and i need a saw

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

And just in time your head is mine

My reign lulu's son shine