This is a song about "Out of retirement"

You just tryin' to run game

Run out of drinks, no complain

Out of sight, out of mind, but who in their right mind

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

U got all them drums in there

I'm running out of air

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Knock you straight out of production

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Crazy out of my mind, fell out of the boundary

I reel them in, goadomes on see

They alll ran out of money.

Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

But something ive learned and taken out of