This is a song about "Clock"

The clock is still racing

Bun b, i’m underground king

Staring at nothing on my phone but a cyber clock

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Cause i get more spins than clock radios

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

I love you though i'll still fuck

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut

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

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right