This is a song about "Alarm clocks"

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

Better ring the alarm, cause we bringing them pistols

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

But they say we ain't big

Race against the clocks tick

Alarm clocks roaming, my words still snoring

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

My body starts to lose control/ i stop the clocks when i drop

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

// [you can sound the alarm]

Pay dues like a hair salon

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Tell him i want his charm, i ain't causing no harm, until i set off this alarm,