This is a song about "My times running short"

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

I'm short a couple dollars with a chip all in my collarbone,

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Sicken feeling running thought my head

My lyrics keep you running like lithium.

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

What's that? my lines are short? how's this

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Theres times when i might fuck a girl then i be off running

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

That i feel is my true fear, for to remember happy times....

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Eight hundred short a grand for a show, don't care my rent is overdue

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you