This is a song about "Minute"

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

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

Shoulda told you i'd just be a minute,

You, you, you have to pay for that

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

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

In other words, imma be high in a minute

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Take a minute by yourself to psychoanalyze it,

I was vicious the minute

Could be applied to this shit

Please understand my frustration and sympathize for a minute,

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