This is a song about "Clock"

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

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

Cause i get more spins than clock radios

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

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

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

In my drawsring, ring, ring

The clock is still racing

I'll never call you bitch again

Punch the clock, click the pen