This is a song about "Hour glass"

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

With shards of ice and glass

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Write a 16 in half an hour,

Something worth dying for

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

Running out of time your hour glass collided with my ill mind,

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

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

I just call it …remember all the dough

Do you remember a half hour ago?

Okay, fucking with me nigga no way

An hour away makes our day