This is a song about "Alarm"

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

I'll strike this flame, ignite this game, and alarm the citizens

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Would spark ends, i ignored the hard alarm 'n' now man

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Before he killed my whole arm, i hit the alarm

So sad you had to miss your mom' s prom

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

There ain't no getting around it, the alarm has sounded

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Better ring the alarm, cause we bringing them pistols

Set my alarm early to make sure i wake up

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck