This is a song about "Clock"

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

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

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

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

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

She was the queen of the club

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut

Big shit popping, i'm the man

Active when the clock strikes 1:00 am

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

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

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box