This is a song about "Clock"

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

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

But tick-tock goes this clock 'cuz this crock of shit's not

I can only imagine, uncle bob

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

Always on time bout to clock tricks,

All green nigga pick six

Clock this one in as i go faster

Yeah, they call me country grammar

So if i talk down to a man

Active when the clock strikes 1:00 am

Punch the clock, click the pen

Cause i've been sentthe heartz of men

The clock is still racing

But he don't rule a thing