This is a song about "Clock"

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

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

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

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

These jobs you work around the clock, they make you go insane,

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

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

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

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

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

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

In the heartz of men

Punch the clock, click the pen

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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