This is a song about "Hour glasses"

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

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Write a 16 in half an hour,

Oh you mad ‘cause i’m stylin’ from the city of power

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

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

I step out of the shower in about one hour

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

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

Renown for actin foul and sour every hour

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

Stop thinking of asses bitch you need some glasses,

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

See boy she been in love

Peter parker flow, no glasses