This is a song about "Clocks"

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes 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

Alarm clocks roaming, my words still snoring

The pigs fly away in the morning

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Severed the clocks hand and pat myself on the back!

Race against the clocks tick

So drop the slam and lets get sick

Figure eight clocks, see the hourglasses stopped

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Hourglasses run low on sand, these neverendin clocks tick tock