This is a song about "Clock"

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Mind he did and he was so pumped he lost track of time. he looks at the clock

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

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

This ain't easy, im thinking

Ooh as the clock strikes twelve i'm sitting

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Tick talk clock ticks provoking focus

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

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

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Big clock or a wristwatch, we wonder when the shit stops,

Punch the clock, click the pen

Then lost her faith again

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Cause i get more spins than clock radios