This is a song about "Minute"

Take a minute by yourself to psychoanalyze it,

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Shoulda told you i'd just be a minute,

But for that brief minute reality goes away,

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

Shoulda told you i'd just be a minute,

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

I traveled a light year in a minute

Every day was a saturday, shit