This is a song about "Minute maid"

Urban inner-city ghettoes, where you've never got a minute,

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

I traveled a light year in a minute

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Because there ain't no coming back from that

And that was hot for, hmm a minute

Please understand my frustration and sympathize for a minute,

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Shoulda told you i'd just be a minute,

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

Cause, when i talk they don't just watch

Take a minute to think and go large