This is a song about "Wasted time"

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

I wasted breath being in tight hatred, we're wasted

Every alley find me wasted hung, yo i'm fairly young

Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

I left the pages blank for all the thankless wasted days,

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

When the days slip / kids will look back on the time they had wasted

How do i tell her that she needs to take charge..and make up wasted time,

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

This is despicable, wasted talent below it's real pinnacle.

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Uh-uhhh! "so why's your face red? man you wasted!"