This is a song about "Timer"

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

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

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

Always wanted to be a big timer

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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