This is a song about "Time or money"

Gotta have more time, no rhyme or reason

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

Whoever said time is money, told a goddamn lie

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

I'm in another time zone or even a different period

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

For shootin' done to you or we're losing' money

Not the money or the fame, but the writtens with my name

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

Were you naughty or were you nice? only time will tell.