This is a song about "Clocks and glocks"

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

Figure eight clocks, see the hourglasses stopped

Niggas ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can

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

Where my niggas pop rocks and lock glocks, know not,

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

With two glocks cocked just a couple more blocks and i'll stop my monologue

Always keep a goalie on on me, i ain't for that maury talk

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

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Alarm clocks roaming, my words still snoring

Let's say we have a long night and a fast morning