This is a song about "15 minutes"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I just murdered a motherfucker in just minutes

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

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

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

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

Star player no benchtime, minutes played sublime.

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Tilt your head, stay in that position for 7 minutes

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

In fact 20 minutes before she died she said i love you babe.

Chill son, five more minutes

Been spending most our lives