This is a song about "Running out of beer"

Running around the corner, darting past rows of teens,

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Its me, running #blood in an out of your #stream

Way out hand running to burger king

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

I leave most motherfuckers with suppressed lungs running out of air supply,

And drinking cheap beer with no buzz, out of old cups

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Six pack, of beer is in my refrigerator.

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Everyone else freaks out, and starts running out the front

Still they wonder how i seem so confident