This is a song about "11 o clock"

Growing up i had your posters o

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut

I said i don’t give a fuck

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

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

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

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

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

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

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

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

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