This is a song about "Alarm clocks"

Whitecell then next thing you hear is an alarm bell. theres no way out sorry

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut

Knife in my pocket to compliment the glocks..time's up bitch..stop the clocks

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Before he killed my whole arm, i hit the alarm

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

Severed the clocks hand and pat myself on the back!

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Ring the alarm, look for a man with green hair

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

Hourglasses run low on sand, these neverendin clocks tick tock