This is a song about "Hour"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Renown for actin foul and sour every hour

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

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I step out of the shower in about one hour

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

A man of the hour.

Said when i do dirt wit her

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

Less than an hour he beheads lords

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

Tell them that your sorry, you're a cow, took a fuckin' shower

Go od less in an hour.

She should have invited her