This is a song about "Clock"

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

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

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

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

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Yo, i walk into the party 'bout nine o' clock,

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

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

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

They say time is money, well i'm paid around the clock/