This is a song about "Clock"

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

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

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

Hearing nikki giovanni on a late summer night

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

Lose track of time when i rhyme like i misplaced the clock

Clock this one in as i go faster

That damier bag i bought her

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

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Ooh as the clock strikes twelve i'm sitting