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

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

I'm laughin at em while i'm wallin out o' lord.

Clock ticks from ten, more socks hung again till 3 2 1 thank god for another year alive, amen.

Fuck long words i dont need a definition, just the same words over and over again

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

Staring at nothing on my phone but a cyber clock

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

With my human mascara, i will cause terror

Im heated, so hot no red light for stop, sit staring at the time on the clock

And if i speak the good into existence, that instant my dreams will unlock

I hope she's goin' home with me tonight

A man drove through the streets 3 oclock at night