This is a song about "After hours"

I'm not a fucking coward cowering for hours lying in the flowers.

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Encased in scenes as i embrace the hours

Better yet they work my every nerve

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

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Those seconds are precious like hours

I could go on and on and on for hours,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Reggie hammond, 48 hours to get the triple beam,

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Another 2 hours of time i consume