This is a song about "Retro hour"

Momma say, you making me lose pay

An hour away makes our day

Roaming the streets wearing retro

Never break, took a break though

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

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

She thinks nothing of it, says "i'll stay for an hour"

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I step out of the shower in about one hour

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Sitting in the corner tweaking hour by hour

Oh you mad ‘cause i’m stylin’ from the city of power

Hate it when they take powder

A man of the hour.

Outer space every hour, every hour we blacks get devoured,

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired