This is a song about "Clock"

The clock is still racing

You know what i'm saying

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

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

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

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

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

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Ooh as the clock strikes twelve i'm sitting

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

She said she's never had a man

Active when the clock strikes 1:00 am

Clock this one in as i go faster

Then the stars don't even matter