This is a song about "Clocks"

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

Hourglasses run low on sand, these neverendin clocks tick tock

Severed the clocks hand and pat myself on the back!

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Figure eight clocks, see the hourglasses stopped

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Alarm clocks roaming, my words still snoring

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

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

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

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

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

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

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