This is a song about "Clock"

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut

They like talking, its like gossip

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

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

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

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

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

And if i speak the good into existence, that instant my dreams will unlock

We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

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

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops