This is a song about "My times running short"

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Sicken feeling running thought my head

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

You're coming up short of my kneecap, midget,

My wicked rhymes, i told you to stop three times.

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Clocked out several times, keep my hours straight

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

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

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

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

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

With blood running fast down my arms

Like the times my bank starts texting me

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy