This is a song about "Clock"

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

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

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

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Lose track of time when i rhyme like i misplaced the clock

Punch the clock, click the pen

The heartz of men

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

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

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

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

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock