This is a song about "Minute"

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

But the minute i took out my phone

I was vicious the minute

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Can i get real for a split minute

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

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

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

Please understand my frustration and sympathize for a minute,

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Shoulda told you i'd just be a minute,