This is a song about "This ray s hour"

Renown for actin foul and sour every hour

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

For the man of the hour

I pipe in and one night her

I freestyled 90% of this and wrote it in less than half an hour

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

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Like when fabulous made ray j mad