This is a song about "Clock"

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

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

They like talking, its like gossip

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

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

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

I let you know you dealing with dogs

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

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

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

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop

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

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god