This is a song about "Clock"

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

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

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

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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

Magic city tipping them

Punch the clock, click the pen

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

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

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

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

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot