This is a song about "Big black clock"

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Superfly, opposite of basic

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

Cos my big black dick...will only make u cry...

Magic city tipping them

Punch the clock, click the pen

We kung-fu that jack black/

You got reason to brag

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

But now i got a problem with that little white rock