FTL_Sol - The Chi [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Sol:
3 o'clock, gotta get my Chi up
Odd nigga, probably sipping coffee out a teacup
Maximize, I don't know when enough is enough
Johnny probably shooting, Sol got the clean-up
FTL nigga you don't like it, then speak up
F with us P nigga bound to get ya T cut
Keep up, speed up, here we gon' ease up
Psyche nah, we ain't turned down since we teamed up
Sol the best that any female could dream up
I'll have em singing like Glee club, no pre-nup
I guess I'm in the tab over class trending
Topic shawty daily I'm the hash, tag
Bad, broads tell em throw it in the bag let em
See me ball out but don't show em after that
Unless they riders tell em never again
We some real niggas, never pretend
Until the end of the time

Time, got time on my side and it's
Mine, and it's mine til I die, I got
Time, got time in my life and it's
Mine, for the taking, it's ripe I got
Time, got time on my side and it's
Mine, and it's mine til I die, I got
Time, got time in my life and it's
Mine, for the taking, it's ripe I got
Time

Time, at last for the pulley
G to a T, swagger on Fully
Glance around, all I see is whores like Bookies, I got
Standards, a nigga need more than good looking
No brain dead hoes with a whole lot of pussy
A Wood Bee, Carpenter, all about the woody
Texting baby daddies, smoking on that bushy
Niggas hanging out the window hollering, "WHAT'S UP WITH THAT COOKIE"
Nah, see I ain't fucking with no deadbeat
I need a well-rounded chick who's still edgy
Who vocab ain't got no room for petty
When she at worst shawty still looking sexy
Look the same from the club to the bedsheets
And she run her own numbers like a spreadsheet
They out, but the prospect is empty
Shit, I almost got Lame Nigga Envy
Saw a little something, she looked about twenty
A mixed one, she was with the Jets like Benny
Or Curren$y, asked currently if she was busy
Her circuitry, so perfectly inter-fitting
Asked foxy lady to shake, shimmy
She checked the scene, next me and said, "Quickly"
Now I'm out, swiftly
Top shelf on my arm and about an ounce of that victory