This is a song about "Clock"

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

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

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

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

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

Like that bell the sing before they clock them in a fight,

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

Ooh as the clock strikes twelve i'm sitting

There'd still be niggas out killing

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop

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

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock