This is a song about "King of 4 o clock club"

And real bitches don't respect you

12 and 16, were 3/4 of the way through.

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

#4 (#more #internals, #indirects, #multis #and #loads #of #bowls)

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

I try to be the guy, you think about

I drop o after o of the loud,

Stimulating night in club type of fact

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Voice of the people so real like a clock the new

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

I'm racing against the clock, i'm ahead of my time

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

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

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not