This is a song about "Clock"

Then lost my faith again

Punch the clock, click the pen

Im heated, so hot no red light for stop, sit staring at the time on the clock

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

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

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Cause i get more spins than clock radios

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

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

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

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

Bitches is artificially duck

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut