This is a song about "Hour"

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

I step out of the shower in about one hour

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

Oh you mad ‘cause i’m stylin’ from the city of power

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

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

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

See, i like the person that you are

For the man of the hour

Although the route's foul, we need similac powder

Renown for actin foul and sour every hour

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

An hour away makes our day

My climate is way higher then lindsay lohan nostrils on powder

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