This is a song about "Minutes"

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

For putting in ten minutes of just using the alphabet

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

He's dissing me now, but ten minutes from now

Just before they seen my money in the green

Five minutes later i hear a scream,

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Giving you a few #minutes before he spits you chewed up

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

To the slow rappers that i witness standing in stillness for many minutes

Intense with eviction of syllables mixed with precision in minutes

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Ill stop now before ill be rapping for minutes

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

This is like a striptease snippet in fifteen minutes