This is a song about "Hours"

Been running around trying find a job

I've been here 20 hours, is this a joke/

Reggie hammond, i got 48 hours to spit sixteens,

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Cause our hours are up,

I've become immune to you no name haters

Those seconds are precious like hours

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

I could go on and on and on for hours,

I let her decorate the real estate

Clocked out several times, keep my hours straight

I'm not a fucking coward cowering for hours lying in the flowers.

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

She need now, she ain't never needed love

When i'm with you, hours feel like seconds.