This is a song about "Minute"

Can i get real for a split minute

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

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

Then play you all my latest shit

I was vicious the 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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

I ain't no politician but i'll kick it with em a minute

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

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