This is a song about "11 o clock"

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

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

Punch the clock, click the pen

So we can live again

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

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Growing up i had your posters o

O save me please just bravely

Bait baby, wait baby

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

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Once you pass that age gap, the clock start tickin'