This is a song about "Clock"

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

Mind he did and he was so pumped he lost track of time. he looks at the clock

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

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

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

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

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

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

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

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

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop

By any means, if ya like it or not

Active when the clock strikes 1:00 am

You gotta understand man