This is a song about "Clock"

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

They say time is money, well i'm paid around the clock/

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

The clock is still racing

You know what i'm saying

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

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

Staring at nothing on my phone but a cyber clock

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop