This is a song about "Minute"

Take a minute by yourself to psychoanalyze it,

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Take a minute to think and go large

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip

And that was hot for, hmm a minute

All black everthing on some jigga shit

Can i get real for a split minute

In a southern redneck trailer park where you ain't got a minute,

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

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

Please understand my frustration and sympathize for a minute

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Gasp i think you need a minute

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that