This is a song about "Clock"

My team getting digits

Always on time bout to clock tricks,

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

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Ooh as the clock strikes twelve i'm sitting

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Punch the clock, click the pen

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

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

That photograph is fading

The clock is still racing

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Staring at nothing on my phone but a cyber clock