This is a song about "14400 minutes"

I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Everynight we talked over the phone seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours,

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

After some minutes you will change

To the slow rappers that i witness standing in stillness for many minutes

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

I would spit them verses on the mic for 3 minutes

Giving you a few #minutes before he spits you chewed up

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Ill stop now before ill be rapping for minutes

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Minutes later i'm faded