This is a song about "Clocks and glocks"

I control blocks and i load glocks with shots, you ain't even know it,

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Hourglasses run low on sand, these neverendin clocks tick tock

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

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

Try to protect the neck, i ? from ya boo thang

Poppin' huge glocks, put two shots in his ass and ran,

Alarm clocks roaming, my words still snoring

And this will be the song that we sing