This is a song about "Clocks and glocks"

Severed the clocks hand and pat myself on the back!

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Took a shot jump to a porno star y'all really like i support that broad

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

Out their neck with no regrets and no glocks clippin'

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

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

Alarm clocks roaming, my words still snoring

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Figure eight clocks, see the hourglasses stopped

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart