This is a song about "Minute"

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

Shoulda told you i'd just be a minute,

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

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

Minute hey listen i did would give a

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Please understand my frustration and sympathize for a minute

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

The beat equals the flow, one minute fast then one minute slow, putting these bars on show

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

Please understand my frustration and sympathize for a minute,

Take a minute by yourself to psychoanalyze it,

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

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