This is a song about "A clock"

Like that bell the sing before they clock them in a fight,

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop

And i don't make no bed rock

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

When on my dick the clock goes tick tick time flyin by like a stoners high,

Where the thing is amazing

The clock is still racing

Ooh as the clock strikes twelve i'm sitting

I only got one rule, no kissing

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Punch the clock, click the pen

Cause i get more spins than clock radios

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes