This is a song about "Rush hour"

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

And i’m never slowing up, but i’m never in a rush

Chopper bouncing like a bunny jumping with a sugar rush

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

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

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

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

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Renown for actin foul and sour every hour

Its that #ojkush make your head rush

Niggas talk with limited service

Cause all i want is you, baby

I want all, but rush don't me

And that i spent the night with her

A man of the hour.