This is a song about "Clock"

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

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

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

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

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

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

This is love, nothing else close

Cause i get more spins than clock radios

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

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Flyer than the rest of them

Punch the clock, click the pen