This is a song about "Noughty tock on my"

Never been a felon cause they said i was a tick tock

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Meditating chime tick tock tick tock keep ticking

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

100 percent on everything and on my team

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it

You other brothers can’t deny

On my ride on the bills baby i

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Turnin on my tv my favorite show was on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Rolling with my yankees hat on