This is a song about "Retro hour"

Got problems, what? i can't say

An hour away makes our day

While you said you'd be back but the been half hour

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

So type ur best n i'll fry ur set take a minute n hour

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

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

But the magic part at the magic grill you gon be starvin in like 2 hour

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

Do you remember a half hour ago?

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

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

I introduce you to my debut blazed buzz, man of the hour