This is a song about "15 minutes"

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Eight minutes, i aint kidding; i make great lyrics and stay chillin'.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

(six minutes, six minutes)

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

Star player no benchtime, minutes played sublime.

The first five minutes is swell.

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Intense with eviction of syllables mixed with precision in minutes

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

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Tilt your head, stay in that position for 7 minutes

For putting in ten minutes of just using the alphabet

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead