This is a song about "Hour"

Do you remember a half hour ago?

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Sitting in the corner tweaking hour by hour

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Outer space every hour, every hour we blacks get devoured,

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

But make it in time for shitty re-runs of rocket power

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

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

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

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

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind