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

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

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

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

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

And it is honestly obvious that your retarded ass possess it

All i need is paper and pen

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

'less you stabler and benson, i don't fuck with the law

The year is twenty-ten and i need a saw

Your time is up, your time is due,

And while you doin you

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

All you need is a spark two make your mark