This is a song about "Hour"

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

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Renown for actin foul and sour every hour

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

I remember peabody mice crawling up the shower

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

Cheerfully i say lord take my wife to heaven, thank you for the extra hour

A man of the hour.

And that i spent the night with her

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

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

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for