This is a song about "Clock"

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

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

Trying to get his life together, or what not

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

Clock this one in as i go faster

That damier bag i bought her

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

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop

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

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

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

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

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right