This is a song about "Hour"

Sitting in the corner tweaking hour by hour

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

Took me about an hour to write it

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

A man of the hour.

Something worth dying for

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

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

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

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

Less than an hour he beheads lords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

She thinks nothing of it, says "i'll stay for an hour"