This is a song about "Clock"

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

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

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

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Staring at nothing on my phone but a cyber clock

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

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

1:34-2:05 she sittin on my cock, while i work around the clock,

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

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

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Always on time bout to clock tricks,

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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