This is a song about "Clock"

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

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

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

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Ooh as the clock strikes twelve i'm sitting

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Tick talk clock ticks provoking focus

My team getting digits

Always on time bout to clock tricks,

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

They say time is money, well i'm paid around the clock/

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

Im heated, so hot no red light for stop, sit staring at the time on the clock