This is a song about "Timer"

He was a huge guy, flop on mic, a little part-timer in the business

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Always wanted to be a big timer

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

There's a timer, i can catch a whiff of thrill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

With it, my life is cocked, its like i'm armed with a timer bomb.

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

I show many gimmicks yeah, but im a mystical rhymer, call me a big timer,