This is a song about "Minute"

Every minute your late goes another client

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

I traveled a light year in a minute

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

Take a minute to think and go large

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

They might send me home in a minute, ill be home in a minute

But for that brief minute reality goes away,

No days off and that's even on a snow day

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

Once upon atime ago a minute

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Criminal intent, out of breath, reach limits per minute,