This is a song about "24 hours"

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

I'm not a fucking coward cowering for hours lying in the flowers.

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

I wish that this ride could last 4 more hours

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Another 2 hours of time i consume

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

You think in my darkest hours

Talking of the gods you serve

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

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Encased in scenes as i embrace the hours

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks