This is a song about "Hour glasses"

But make it in time for shitty re-runs of rocket power

She thinks nothing of it, says "i'll stay for an hour"

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

I thought i recognized her

A man of the hour.

One way glasses mirrors

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

Go od less in an hour.

Now moneys talkin louder

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Kicked everyones asses, now i can see with no glasses

Stop thinking of asses bitch you need some glasses,

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Finally got my glasses cleaned

I am ryu-like to the fiend