This is a song about "You ve got time"

My ysl lenses, my infrared sixes

Dont got time for no bitches,

Shock value raichu,dear pissed hater i dont got time to wright you,

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

You aint got time for no hoes, i aint even got time for time off

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Yet the whole time they got us thinkin

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

You got your own life,don't worry bout mine,it's about time

Please don't spit unless you got the time

Guess that means you can never be mine

If i got time to fix this then you got time too

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you