This is a song about "Run out of bars"

Every night of my life doesn't align with bein' online sprayin' bars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

When i run out of stacks i go and get some more

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

So i better head out, gotta run

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Nigga hold run out of here cus ya boy kinda fast yo boy say he got cash but yo boy kinda ass

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

You run your fuckin mouth and now you're piss out of luck

Don't tire me out if i run out of lines

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Maybe help someone stand up instead of run