This is a song about "Retro hour"

Less than an hour he beheads lords

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

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

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

I step out of the shower in about one hour

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

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

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer