This is a song about "Clocks"

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Hourglasses run low on sand, these neverendin clocks tick tock

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Knife in my pocket to compliment the glocks..time's up bitch..stop the clocks

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Severed the clocks hand and pat myself on the back!

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Alarm clocks roaming, my words still snoring

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

My body starts to lose control/ i stop the clocks when i drop

Hope all over again, we can start

Figure eight clocks, see the hourglasses stopped

Salvador no dali but i'm killing time, dead clocks

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Clocks tick backwards for hours as teachers stand rhyming in reverse,

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers