This is a song about "Minute"

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

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

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

But for that brief minute reality goes away,

I traveled a light year in a minute

We never tattle, let god handle that

In other words, imma be high in a minute

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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