This is a song about "Two hour tanner"

Took me about an hour to write it

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

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

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

Outer space every hour, every hour we blacks get devoured,

An hour away makes our day

If you didn't know i feel this way

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

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

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

Renown for actin foul and sour every hour

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit