This is a song about "Clock"

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

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

Thought this was forever love

Tick talk clock ticks provoking focus

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

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

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Clock this one in as i go faster

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Always on time bout to clock tricks,