This is a song about "Wjat are those"

Now those two other kids are dead... i look at the bride...

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

I dont know what those are, dont ring no bells

If you can't look up at yourself

Those seconds are precious like hours

Got one, got two, three, four girls

Oldest nation on this earth

Those seconds are precious like hours

Those seconds are precious like hours

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

Expose/ those who lack rhymes that are automatic

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

Those up on the fence are all incompetent,

If you feel it, it must be real just