This is a song about "Big clock"

Cause i get more spins than clock radios

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

The clock is still racing

Let my angel sing

Yo, i walk into the party 'bout nine o' clock,

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

Alcohol and booty calls

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

These jobs you work around the clock, they make you go insane,

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

1:34-2:05 she sittin on my cock, while i work around the clock,

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

I'm racing against the clock, i'm ahead of my time