This is a song about "Every minute counts"

Please understand my frustration and sympathize for a minute,

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

In other words, imma be high in a minute

Critics twist my lyrics every minute, cynics on top of me,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And that was hot for, hmm a minute

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Gasp i think you need a minute

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

And i would beat 'em every single minute, week, every night,

Live the life i envision every minute in my dreams

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

I pray you send an angel down

Pretending it counts, offending the town