This is a song about "Time willl tell"

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

This ain't shit time gonna tell,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

And people tell me "sit down" every time i raise my hand in class,

Tell my hoe it aint nowhere near time to go

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

I need to tell my opposites it’s their nap time/

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

And people tell me "sit down" every time i raise my hand in class,

Tell me time (&) date, i'm fuck you up 'til your spine breaks.

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

She went her best, but lexiee's dead, tell her better luck next time.

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

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell