This is a song about "11 o clock"

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

Go go go go fuck your assy hole eya-eya o

They giving pounds and that before get the money

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

But he don't rule a thing

The clock is still racing

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

The clock is ticking and i'm doing just fine,

Bad bitches never loved them though

Growing up i had your posters o

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

In bed he wept and seldom slept, he deserved respect to learn the truth