This is a song about "1 o clock"

Lose track of time when i rhyme like i misplaced the clock

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

He cried like a baby eya-eya o

Same bitches used to play me though

Yo, i walk into the party 'bout nine o' clock,

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

1 shot, 1 shot, 1 shot - you have to take it

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

I'm a grade a o g

Cause some of you bitches funny

The nerve i never hated

O wait...your moms already did/

I been bout keepin my dreams alive man, workin round the clock/

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Let my angel sing

The clock is still racing