This is a song about "30 seconds to cube"

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Coming from where tupac, dr. dre and ice cube

Literally, crossed that burn you'll need an ice cube

But rather than singing non praise the dude

And wrote this from 4:25 to 4:30, hah

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

You're pushin and shovin but no need to rush or be rough/

Only need to look at me 3 seconds

She need now, she ain't never needed love

It just won't happen, sitting in a cube

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Those seconds are precious like hours