This is a song about "Minute"

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

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

Every minute your late goes another client

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Please understand my frustration and sympathize for a minute

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Take a minute by yourself to psychoanalyze it,

And it's well known that rell home

But the minute i took out my phone

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

But for that brief minute reality goes away,