This is a song about "Minute"

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

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Please understand my frustration and sympathize for a minute,

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

Minute hey listen i did would give a

There was a change at last minute

And that's jay line i had to quote that

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Gasp i think you need a minute

Take a minute to think and go large

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch