This is a song about "9 minutes"

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Five minutes later i hear a scream,

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I would spit them verses on the mic for 3 minutes

Who has been sitting for about 20 minutes,

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

While scheming on hits

Chill son, five more minutes

The first five minutes is swell.

True player, cory mo cold as hell

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Ill stop now before ill be rapping for minutes

Night falls in thirty minutes, angels fall at instant speed

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek