This is a song about "Four o clock"

It's bedtime night night, im never phased i will have your style on the six o clock news

You remind of a dead moose, beaten up kids screaming" fuckin abuse!"

Staring at nothing on my phone but a cyber clock

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Get off a key like i can’t sing

The clock is still racing

Growing up i had your posters o

And yall niggas the right flow

I've been sitting here tapping on my keys, staring at the clock.

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

And i don't run counters no more

Or keep small it around four

But look, she went and dialled triple o

Get you high, keep it on the low

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Yo, i walk into the party 'bout nine o' clock,