This is a song about "An hour long"

We used to talk for an hour but slowly it got more.

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

Less than an hour he beheads lords

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

I take home billions and pay my workers eight bucks an hour,

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Renown for actin foul and sour every hour

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

I freestyled 90% of this and wrote it in less than half an hour

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I'm on an uphill battle, a mile long

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Sitting in the corner tweaking hour by hour

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her