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

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Stimulating night in club type of fact

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs

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

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Stimulating night in club type of fact

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

Mama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin'

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

They can’t even come around

I drop o after o of the loud,

King of the va, off of those toxins.

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

'round the clock, till i make my own clockwork of orange,