This is a song about "Minute"

Born alone, work alone, die alone

But the minute i took out my phone

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

The beat equals the flow, one minute fast then one minute slow, putting these bars on show

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Every minute your late goes another client

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

Take a minute by yourself to psychoanalyze it,

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Shoulda told you i'd just be a minute,

Please understand my frustration and sympathize for a minute,

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that