This is a song about "Hour"

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

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

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

Less than an hour he beheads lords

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

After and hour of bloodshed it was finally over.

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

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

When life gets sour know i still devour

Go od less in an hour.

We fuckin' it up this summer

For the man of the hour