This is a song about "12 o clock"

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Rested in peace wearing his uniform eya-eya o

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

Grab out paper and pen, i'm breaker o' men, whoops...

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

But tick-tock goes this clock 'cuz this crock of shit's not

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

My name is icy kash. yours is a piece o' shit.

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

I can always depend on my mama

Cu forta te rog nu o mai trage asa

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck