This is a song about "Hours"

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

Those seconds are precious like hours

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

I go 25 hours a day sometimes when i rhyme

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

When our final hours die down, to fend

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Flow every second you can catch me on the hours

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Reggie hammond, 48 hours to get the triple beam,

You think in my darkest hours

The richest place on earth

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

Cause our hours are up,