This is a song about "Minute"

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

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

Take a minute by yourself to psychoanalyze it,

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

Every minute your late goes another client

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

I traveled a light year in a minute

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

But the minute i took out my phone

We just want you back at home

Or who did, cause i did

I was vicious the minute

Can i get real for a split minute

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

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

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