This is a song about "Teabag hour"

Just gimme a hour, i’ll light it up like an eiffel tower

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

Running out of time your hour glass collided with my ill mind,

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

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

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

After and hour of bloodshed it was finally over.

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

Less than an hour he beheads lords

And three hours in the showers with the corpse