This is a song about "Hour"

Sitting in the corner tweaking hour by hour

Mr. teen and mr. t with a mouth full of powder

I remember peabody mice crawling up the shower

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

After and hour of bloodshed it was finally over.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

My life is twisted like it's licorice, i got a half hour,

Count the hour if their biological clock is slowing by the hour

My climate is way higher then lindsay lohan nostrils on powder

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

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

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

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

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip