This is a song about "Later when the clock goes ticky tock im a rock"

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Sooner, later im a hater looking down on the lyrics on the paper.

Tick tock, the day i tell a lie you can put me in a box

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

Voice of the people so real like a clock the new

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

Never been a felon cause they said i was a tick tock

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Im heated, so hot no red light for stop, sit staring at the time on the clock

Running out the clock tell im around in the sky birds flock

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

Ticky-tock, hippty-hop, let the beat drop, plop

Trying to get his life together, or what not

Then mourn the childs death as a tragedy years later when his face is reworked at a bar

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star