This is a song about "Clocks and glocks"

Out their neck with no regrets and no glocks clippin'

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

I just want somebody i can see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Hourglasses run low on sand, these neverendin clocks tick tock

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Alarm clocks roaming, my words still snoring