This is a song about "Clock"

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

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

Almost cried right on the spot

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop

I pipe in and one night her

Clock this one in as i go faster

Cause i get more spins than clock radios

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

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

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

I got 800 invisible men

Punch the clock, click the pen

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

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Always on time bout to clock tricks,