This is a song about "Big clock"

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Cause i get more spins than clock radios

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Big clock or a wristwatch, we wonder when the shit stops,

So i went down south but i ended up north

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Plot, it thickens, yo the clock is tickin', poppin' sick shit,

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop

This ain't easy, im thinking

Ooh as the clock strikes twelve i'm sitting