This is a song about "Big clock"

I can get straight to the cash

Big tits and a big ass

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Lose track of time when i rhyme like i misplaced the clock

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

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

Tick talk clock ticks provoking focus

Amen, they say you only live once

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Huh, a metaphor of course

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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

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

We dig the plot and never bury pot