This is a song about "You ve got time"

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

I´ve got those scars on my wrist that nobody can see

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

Now this time not looking back cos i know you got scraped

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

We living good all of us, we winning, that's obvious

You fuckin pissed me off last night i ain't got time for all this fuss

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

You got haters? time for you to spit and prove ' em,

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

Cause every time you take the time and get tested for hiv you got onetime.

And i love your mind and ambition

Yet the whole time they got us thinkin