This is a song about "Clock"

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

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

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

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

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

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Im heated, so hot no red light for stop, sit staring at the time on the clock