This is a song about "Running out of time"

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

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

Instead of pulling them out of my own mind, but now this time when i rhyme they're mine,

We self-made but never is an i on the team

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

Grown men in this game

Running infront of a train

Its been along time coming if they start blazing i ain't running

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

Knocking fuckas out, time to sleep, we hounds and your blood is a sign of meat

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Dying of thirst, been out 100 bars and running

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

Shoot me with a gun but you're too fucking fun, giving u a cute pout