This is a song about "Full hour"

My climate is way higher then lindsay lohan nostrils on powder

My life is twisted like it's licorice, i got a half hour,

It gets tricky without tha cash this hour glass not long enough

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

My shit was submarine like, under ship

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Outer space every hour, every hour we blacks get devoured,

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

I introduce you to my debut blazed buzz, man of the hour

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Mr. teen and mr. t with a mouth full of powder

While you said you'd be back but the been half hour

Write a 16 in half an hour,

I pipe in and one night her