This is a song about "Run out of bars"

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

It's evident, my bars are stellar cuz i wrote them spaced out

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

Don't like steel bars, hope that i stay out.

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

So i better head out, gotta run

Run out of drinks, no complain

Im courtside, wizard game

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Run you out just like the moors

Epic, they used to feed me detours