This is a song about "Minute"

And that was hot for, hmm a minute

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

Yo ill do this for you it won't even take a minute.

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

I was vicious the minute

Keeping them on the hip

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Take a minute by yourself to psychoanalyze it,

But the minute i took out my phone

Born alone, work alone, die alone

I ain't no politician but i'll kick it with em a minute

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

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

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that