This is a song about "Minute"

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

Take a minute to think and go large

But for that brief minute reality goes away,

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

You, you, you have to pay for that

I was vicious the minute

Minute hey listen i did would give a

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Can i get real for a split minute

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

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

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

There was a change at last minute

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit