This is a song about "Clocks"

Figure eight clocks, see the hourglasses stopped

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

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

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

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

Hourglasses run low on sand, these neverendin clocks tick tock

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

Severed the clocks hand and pat myself on the back!

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

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

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Alarm clocks roaming, my words still snoring

Stand for something or die in the morning

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

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers