This is a song about "Clock work"

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

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

Cause i get more spins than clock radios

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

I'll take her home and do her like homework

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

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

In the heartz of men

Punch the clock, click the pen

You'll never be late for work

That bitch was racist, got me fired