This is a song about "Clock"

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

1:34-2:05 she sittin on my cock, while i work around the clock,

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

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

Ooh as the clock strikes twelve i'm sitting

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

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

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

Mind he did and he was so pumped he lost track of time. he looks at the clock

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

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

Tick talk clock ticks provoking focus

Let's have a toast for this new love

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Staring at nothing on my phone but a cyber clock