This is a song about "Terror at 3 o clock"

Staring at nothing on my phone but a cyber clock

Trying to get his life together, or what not

They are not confident when im talking

House gets raided at 3 in the morning

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I'm at the uw library from 3 to 3, find me in dc,

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

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

When you at flavor flavs, i punch the clock for my time spent,

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

The pain, the rash, is done at last, the gun is cocked, clock stops

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

Never meant to make your daughter to cry