This is a song about "9 minutes"

I would spit them verses on the mic for 3 minutes

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

This is like a striptease snippet in fifteen minutes

It’s a quarter to imminent, ten minutes to infinite

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Cause its been over 45 minutes

Been spending most our lives

Tilt your head, stay in that position for 7 minutes

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Tree those niggas, i'm a g to them cause the ogs here

All green nigga pick six

Chill son, five more minutes

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

For putting in ten minutes of just using the alphabet