This is a song about "Homeless out of money out of food very sad time everyone was affected redundant lasted twelve years lonely dark time saved by ww2"

Running out of time your hour glass collided with my ill mind,

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

By the time you need food its already spent

The day before is better than the present

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

It's a sad thing, the dumb shit that comes out of your stupid dome

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

To a high standard of living with these sounds before were out of time

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

They alll ran out of money.

Okay i am running out of time

Westside, bitch i run mine

Weekend parties go quick no bluff,out of time it tends to suck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug