This is a song about "Clock"

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

They say time is money, well i'm paid around the clock/

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

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop

Trying to get his life together, or what not

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

Cause i get more spins than clock radios

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

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

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops