This is a song about "Clock"

Staring at nothing on my phone but a cyber clock

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

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

And if i speak the good into existence, that instant my dreams will unlock

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

I let you know you dealing with dogs

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

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

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

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

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

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

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