This is a song about "Hour"

Renown for actin foul and sour every hour

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Took me about an hour to write it

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

Write a 16 in half an hour,

Said when i do dirt wit her

I watch television and eat my cereal for about a half hour

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I never hugged no corner

Go od less in an hour.

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

Do you remember a half hour ago?

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

I got something you've been waiting for