This is a song about "Minute"

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

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

Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip

I was vicious the minute

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Gasp i think you need a minute

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

But for that brief minute reality goes away,

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

They might send me home in a minute, ill be home in a minute

Take a minute by yourself to psychoanalyze it,

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

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