This is a song about "Clock"

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

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

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Cause i get more spins than clock radios

Always on time bout to clock tricks,

I only got four minutes

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Staring at nothing on my phone but a cyber clock

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

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

I don't care what it did to them

Punch the clock, click the pen

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop