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

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

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

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

This the land of the white man

Active when the clock strikes 1:00 am

Dmv so we used to the waiting

The clock is still racing

Yo, i walk into the party 'bout nine o' clock,

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

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

They say time is money, well i'm paid around the clock/

We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

The clock is tickin', this is no time for dissin',

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given