This is a song about "Minutes"

The first five minutes is swell.

True player, cory mo cold as hell

Giving you up to seven minutes to contact your peers,

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

For putting in ten minutes of just using the alphabet

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Tilt your head, stay in that position for 7 minutes

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Everynight we talked over the phone seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours,

Who has been sitting for about 20 minutes,

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Five minutes later i hear a scream,