This is a song about "Clock"

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Clock this one in as i go faster

Cause i get more spins than clock radios

Took me a while just to write those

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

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

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

But tick-tock goes this clock 'cuz this crock of shit's not

They say time is money, well i'm paid around the clock/

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

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

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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