This is a song about "Running out of time"

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Till i have run out of time, no more hours.

Weekend parties go quick no bluff,out of time it tends to suck

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Running out of patience, but being patients the key

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

But most of the time i'm out my wits/

Once upon a time vocab limitless until i ran out of syllabus

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Its time for the new king who is out of his mind

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

Bun b, i’m underground king

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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