This is a song about "Clock"

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut

She was the queen of the club

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

Like that bell the sing before they clock them in a fight,

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

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

Punch the clock, click the pen

Magic city tipping them

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Cause i get more spins than clock radios