This is a song about "11 o clock"

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

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

They say time is money, well i'm paid around the clock/

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

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

But look, she went and dialled triple o

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

O -line down my throat fast! like im pumpin gas!

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

O, the o is for the oppression that's been done to me.

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

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