This is a song about "Clock"

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

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

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Big clock or a wristwatch, we wonder when the shit stops,

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Always on time bout to clock tricks,

I been bout keepin my dreams alive man, workin round the clock/

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

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

As long as we're cooperating with god

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

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