This is a song about "24 hours"

I, summon unholy powers in the darkest of hours

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Those seconds are precious like hours

Talking of the gods you serve

I could go on and on and on for hours,

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Those seconds are precious like hours

So you finally got the nerve

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Those seconds are precious like hours

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

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

24 hours just isn't enough,you just may press your luck

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup