This is a song about "Hour"

You know when your homie barely blink, he just done powder

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

Less than an hour he beheads lords

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Took me about an hour to write it

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

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

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

Seen it over a dollar, got him under a flower

Renown for actin foul and sour every hour

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

So type ur best n i'll fry ur set take a minute n hour

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

An hour away makes our day