This is a song about "Minute"

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Please understand my frustration and sympathize for a minute

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Gasp i think you need a minute

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

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

Konichiwa, shadow chain and decent watch

Take a minute to think and go large

Take a minute by yourself to psychoanalyze it,

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

I don't trust nonelook what the 80's did

There was a change at last minute