This is a song about "Time is moving"

Life is moving so quick i barely feel i lived today

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

Next time, no there is no next time, this time you crossed the line.

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

Crossing all the lines, time is only racing time

The bitches is everything in between

Over time only black is seen

Cause when i make this stew

Your time is up, your time is due,

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

But you giving up my resolution is music moving

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin