This is a song about "Retro hour"

Do you remember a half hour ago?

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

I watch television and eat my cereal for about a half hour

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

I step out of the shower in about one hour

It gets tricky without tha cash this hour glass not long enough

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Less than an hour he beheads lords

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

I want to eat you out like jello

Roaming the streets wearing retro

Count the hour if their biological clock is slowing by the hour

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for