This is a song about "60 minutes"

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Never learned my lesson, seven minutes in heaven

I just murdered a motherfucker in just minutes

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

I would spit them verses on the mic for 3 minutes

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

(six minutes, six minutes)

Everynight we talked over the phone seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours,

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

60. my bars have been plastering,

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Ill stop now before ill be rapping for minutes

Who has been sitting for about 20 minutes,

So i guess that's where i hide my things