This is a song about "Minute"

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

But the minute i took out my phone

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

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Once upon atime ago a minute

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

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

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

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Gasp i think you need a minute

Please understand my frustration and sympathize for a minute,

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good