This is a song about "Timer"

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

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

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Always wanted to be a big timer

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

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

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

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill