This is a song about "12 o clock"

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Z-y-l-o/ the thoughts in my head are problematic

The world looking out, they on the front row

Plus he is always holding a teddy eya-eya o

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o

It was so fucken rainy and wendy eya-eya o

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

Punch the clock, click the pen

Roll wit ace, khaled and them