This is a song about "48 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,

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

Reggie hammond, 48 hours to get the triple beam,

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

Encased in scenes as i embrace the hours

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Encased in scenes as i embrace the hours

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

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

I could go on and on and on for hours,

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

When our final hours die down, to fend