This is a song about "Clock"

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

These jobs you work around the clock, they make you go insane,

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

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

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Clock this one in as i go faster

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Tick talk clock ticks provoking focus

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love