This is a song about "Clock"

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Cause i get more spins than clock radios

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

I've been sitting here tapping on my keys, staring at the clock.

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

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

Tick talk clock ticks provoking focus

And panned out, i'm all in love

Yo, i walk into the party 'bout nine o' clock,

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

I let you know you dealing with dogs