This is a song about "Clock"

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

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

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

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

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

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

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

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

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