This is a song about "Clock work"

Puttin in work, to much work,

I ain't trynna be forward

I said i don’t give a fuck

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Clock this one in as i go faster

"contemplate", i wrote about her

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

I work hard, nigga put in work

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

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

Dmv so we used to the waiting

The clock is still racing