This is a song about "What time it is"

Everything slows what is time really worth

And you are not around like black fathers

Pocket racked up all big faces

*is that what i think it is?*

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Is what you make it, shake it

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Shit, is life really what it fucking seems

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

You want to know what time it is

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

If offend is what i did now my time is defend

The world's on pause just remember what time it was/

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Rack, rack city shit

This world is what you make it