This is a song about "Timer"

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

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

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Always wanted to be a big timer

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush