This is a song about "Clock"

The clock is still racing

You know what i'm saying

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut

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

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

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Mind he did and he was so pumped he lost track of time. he looks at the clock

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Ooh as the clock strikes twelve i'm sitting

Hit it til your make up missing

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

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

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

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

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line