This is a song about "Hour"

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

And bet this, i'm a mothafucking monster

But the magic part at the magic grill you gon be starvin in like 2 hour

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I remember peabody mice crawling up the shower

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

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

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

With only two songs, look at what i did

Write a 16 in half an hour,

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

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

You know when your homie barely blink, he just done powder

So type ur best n i'll fry ur set take a minute n hour

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her