This is a song about "Clock"

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut

I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same

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

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

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Staring at nothing on my phone but a cyber clock

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

But tick-tock goes this clock 'cuz this crock of shit's not

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

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

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

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