This is a song about "Wjat are those"

Those seconds are precious like hours

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

Expose/ those who lack rhymes that are automatic

No, no, we are not those

This is love, nothing else close

I think that she knows

No, no, we are not those

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Capture youthful murder essence, skills? are those a curse or blessing,

I dont know what those are, dont ring no bells

Cause i can't seem to see myself

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

This is for those who are left broken hearted

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

You are a god in those eyes