This is a song about "Clock"

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

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

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

Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain

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

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut

She said i'm ready to fuck

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Always on time bout to clock tricks,

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

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop

When i'm on it, on it like my job