This is a song about "Alarm clock"

I been bout keepin my dreams alive man, workin round the clock/

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

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

Ring the alarm, look for a man with green hair

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

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

The alarm his about to drop another one

Way that i describe it, prescribe a nigga medicine

Dmv so we used to the waiting

The clock is still racing

Cause i get more spins than clock radios

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Oh false alarm,he's just a retarded bum...

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them