This is a song about "Clock"

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

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

Cause i get more spins than clock radios

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine

I'm racing against the clock, i'm ahead of my time

The clock is still racing

Get off a key like i can’t sing

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

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

Ooh as the clock strikes twelve i'm sitting

P-i double l in the building

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

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god