This is a song about "Clock"

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

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

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

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

Clock this one in as i go faster

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

The clock is still racing

I'm doing the same thing

Active when the clock strikes 1:00 am

Pushing in my mama van

Big clock or a wristwatch, we wonder when the shit stops,

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop

I gotta know if it's real or not