This is a song about "Tick tac"

When on my dick the clock goes tick tick time flyin by like a stoners high,

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

As i watched watches tick in time, victims crimes for sixty dimes

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Meditating chime tick tock tick tock keep ticking

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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,

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Y'all niggas steady racing on that wristwatch, so tick tock,

Si nu am ce face, tac din gura

I try to tell them i'm one of the

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Tick tick boom and you got a hole in your ears

Hold my tears i tried my best

Sicker than a tick pest