This is a song about "One minute"

Once upon atime ago a minute

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

There was a change at last minute

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

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

Please understand my frustration and sympathize for a minute,

Shoulda told you i'd just be a minute,

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

But one minute later she swings and she switches

And that was hot for, hmm a minute

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit