This is a song about "Retro hour"

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

All black everthing on some jigga shit

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Sitting in the corner tweaking hour by hour

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

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

Less than an hour he beheads lords

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Took me about an hour to write it

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I take home billions and pay my workers eight bucks an hour,