This is a song about "Time wasting"

But every time he's there he feels he's wasting his time

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

You are wasting your time

Welcome to organized crime

Wasting all my creativity in all this complexity

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Don't fuckin' tell me i'm wasting my time

Maybe im wasting time again

And do i need to mention when

You're wasting space like junk mail and sperm whales,

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

It ain't always up for grabs so i'm glad i'm never wasting that

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

As i sit here wasting

I know the road i'm taking