This is a song about "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

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

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

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

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

Minute hey listen i did would give a

Is written in our souls, africa

Shoulda told you i'd just be a minute,

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

There was a change at last minute