This is a song about "11 o clock"

But he is so semi and skinny eya-eya o

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

You should be cautious, kid

O wait...your moms already did/

Tick talk clock ticks provoking focus

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,

It's bedtime night night, im never phased i will have your style on the six o clock news

Flapjack, ooh he bring

The clock is still racing