This is a song about "My times running short"

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Leave your life lookin like a short film my friend

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

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

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

Even good times has it bad times, but my good time was good cuz you were good

My lonely days, i only stayed short, then i graduated,

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

My lyrics keep you running like lithium.

But my plan is to show you that i understand

Physical time on this earth short, but my legend will last

Please correct me, stretch marks

With blood running fast down my arms

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Clocked out several times, keep my hours straight