This is a song about "Time of our life"

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

It's been aligned throughout our time, prophecized just like ezekiel

Its time for our worlds rebirth but gotta do it right this time

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

And now it's the perfect time to start our little class

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

You're uncool like my mother kin

Of our next generation

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

The downfall of our free land

Stop milking our time, in the back of your mind you think, "we don't give a fuck about you"

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due