This is a song about "Time money guns"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I heard that time is money

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

Money can be re-earned, but you cant turn back time

These chalance give me balance

But i dont carry guns

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

And your girl's cousins tryna get her other options

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

Not the money on my mind looking for a time when all when my talent shall it rise.

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that