This is a song about "Clock"

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

And if i speak the good into existence, that instant my dreams will unlock

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

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

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

Punch the clock, click the pen

Flyer then the rest of them

Clock this one in as i go faster

And then along came the wrong man for her

Staring at nothing on my phone but a cyber clock

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block