This is a song about "Minute"

Gasp i think you need a minute

The master of this rap shit

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Using multiple syllables a minute

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

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

Every minute your late goes another client

A nigga sellinsince shorty i've been livin' like defiant

There was a change at last minute

Catch us smokin’ that quik trip

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Take a minute by yourself to psychoanalyze it,

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

But for that brief minute reality goes away,

Once upon atime ago a minute

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that