This is a song about "24 hours"

I, summon unholy powers in the darkest of hours

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

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

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Reggie hammond, 48 hours to get the triple beam,

Early adapters agree they all late

Clocked out several times, keep my hours straight

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Reggie hammond, i got 48 hours to spit sixteens,

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Till i have run out of time, no more hours.

Lock the door, and have silence for a few hours

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

Encased in scenes as i embrace the hours