This is a song about "Running out of luck"

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Across the news are young black males, no stroke of luck,

Out luck, rusted clutch, td has put you in a crutch.

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Running out of patience, but being patients the key

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

From where they praise

We're running out of space,

Running infront of a train

Trying to renovate the game

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Once it was cut been out of luck, i've had to fight to the death

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

That shit was wack as fuck

I'm running out of air

But now it's more declare