This is a song about "Clock"

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Punch the clock, click the pen

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

1:34-2:05 she sittin on my cock, while i work around the clock,

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

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

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

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

Your eyes are amazing

The clock is still racing

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Always on time bout to clock tricks,