This is a song about "Clocks"

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

Figure eight clocks, see the hourglasses stopped

Severed the clocks hand and pat myself on the back!

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

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

Hourglasses run low on sand, these neverendin clocks tick tock

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Knife in my pocket to compliment the glocks..time's up bitch..stop the clocks

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

Race against the clocks tick

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

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers