This is a song about "Minute"

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Take a minute to think and go large

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

Take a minute by yourself to psychoanalyze it,

Minute hey listen i did would give a

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Shoulda told you i'd just be a minute,

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

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

Every minute your late goes another client

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

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

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did