This is a song about "Hours"

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

Chillin' with homies and family

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

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Everynight we talked over the phone seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours,

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

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

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

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Flow every second you can catch me on the hours

Those seconds are precious like hours

We gotta get back to what really matters

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Encased in scenes as i embrace the hours