This is a song about "Times square"

My lungs are filled with tar, i just keep smoking that marb red square,

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Girl, you remember all does times,

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Put on the lab coat, every square foot of this lab goes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

I remember dates, times

Reminding me of the bad times

I wish i could have 25 wives

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

And making sure the times square screen shows their dick pic

You better get with the times

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines