This is a song about "Clock"

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

But tick-tock goes this clock 'cuz this crock of shit's not

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Cause i get more spins than clock radios

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Always on time bout to clock tricks,

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

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

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

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

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

I been bout keepin my dreams alive man, workin round the clock/

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block