This is a song about "Hours"

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

24 hours just isn't enough,you just may press your luck

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

That scary love, never get married love

Reggie hammond, 48 hours to get the triple beam,

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

I know you're mad, but so what

Cause our hours are up,

Another 2 hours of time i consume

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

I've become immune to you no name haters

Those seconds are precious like hours

You think in my darkest hours

That's why she ignore my flowers