This is a song about "Clock"

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

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

I've been sitting here tapping on my keys, staring at the clock.

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

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

Listen, i said we gonna have a good time tonight

Like that bell the sing before they clock them in a fight,

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

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

Listen, these niggas is tripping

Ooh as the clock strikes twelve i'm sitting