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

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Staring at nothing on my phone but a cyber clock

Tornados and tremors, i'm the demon of terror,

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever

Cause america the terror of,

Let's have a toast for this new love

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

Never a storm til i woke up, and there was terror at dawn

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

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

To simulate the experience of terror

Charlie tango, ready for whatever

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

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

Try gettng woken up at 3 in the morning

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking