This is a song about "The ticking of the clock"

Had to wear the 13's with them

Punch the clock, click the pen

'round the clock, till i make my own clockwork of orange,

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

I been bout keepin my dreams alive man, workin round the clock/

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

And if i speak the good into existence, that instant my dreams will unlock

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Plot, it thickens, yo the clock is tickin', poppin' sick shit,

Lose track of time when i rhyme like i misplaced the clock

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Steady pacing against the clock, i’ve got to win this race,

I'm racing against the clock, i'm ahead of my time

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine