This is a song about "A clock"

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

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

The clock is still racing

That photograph is fading

I been bout keepin my dreams alive man, workin round the clock/

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

I put that shit on my man

Active when the clock strikes 1:00 am

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

I've been sitting here tapping on my keys, staring at the clock.

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

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Ooh as the clock strikes twelve i'm sitting

Listen, these niggas is tripping

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox