This is a song about "Clock"

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

The clock is still racing

Same '89 camry that needs painting

Punch the clock, click the pen

In the heartz of men

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,

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

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

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

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

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