This is a song about "Clock"

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

I never ever can see no when i be in her slot

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

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

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

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Always on time bout to clock tricks,

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

I'm racing against the clock, i'm ahead of my time

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

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