This is a song about "Running out of beer"

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Running out of time your hour glass collided with my ill mind,

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Six pack, of beer is in my refrigerator.

I'm running amok in a village of villians and sluts

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Way out hand running to burger king

Em starting, 50 staring, gaga, game starting

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

I'm all out of beer someone fill up my cup

Imma make it rain

Running infront of a train

Running out the clock tell im around in the sky birds flock

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block