This is a song about "Clock"

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

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

Punch the clock, click the pen

Straight lane kiffen them

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

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

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

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

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck