This is a song about "48 hours"

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Those seconds are precious like hours

You think in my darkest hours

Call on one of your girls

48. and come back seeking,

Why not me the same thing

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

When our final hours die down, to fend

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

Those seconds are precious like hours

Better yet they work my every nerve

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

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

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