This is a song about "Running out of time"

Way out hand running to burger king

But he don't rule a thing

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

Just before they seen my money in the green

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

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

Hello its yowsef a turbulent time lot of violent crime but the suns out

Everything i was once sure about was now skepticism and doubt

Everyone else freaks out, and starts running out the front

Bitch i’ve been ballin’ all alone, like the gym is vacant

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Penncounting pennys over tha years

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

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Dying of thirst, been out 100 bars and running