Boy, I ain’t got time for these bitches/Better throw a clock at these hoes/Have these hoes in this bitch looking for a waterhose/Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?
Time is money and the clock is ticking. The once brat of indie rap has emerged as one of the savviest businessmen in the game. He’s built an empire and explaining to the world that his mad reign has only just begun. Major players have called, all wanting a piece of the Odd Future pie. A cool million has crossed his table, and the requests are only getting more enticing. No time to waste.