This is a song about "Big clock"

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

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Cause i get more spins than clock radios

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

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

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

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Tick talk clock ticks provoking focus

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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

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

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

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

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god