This is a song about "Every minute counts"

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

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

I have switchin every minute lookin for a throat to grab.

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Live the life i envision every minute in my dreams

You be on that stalker shit

I was vicious the minute

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

His crown counts eighty leaves, the ceremony is complete/

Can i get real for a split minute

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Gasp i think you need a minute