This is a song about "Clock"

1:34-2:05 she sittin on my cock, while i work around the clock,

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

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

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

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

The clock is still racing

Get off a key like i can’t sing

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

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

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

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

I've been sitting here tapping on my keys, staring at the clock.

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top