This is a song about "Clock"

Ooh as the clock strikes twelve i'm sitting

I'll snatch your girl if you're slipping

I'm racing against the clock, i'm ahead of my time

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

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

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

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

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

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

I been bout keepin my dreams alive man, workin round the clock/

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox