This is a song about "Running out of time"

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

I said patience persistence got the world listening

Dying of thirst, been out 100 bars and running

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

Time a beat drops and take out anyone tryna destroy the art of hip hop

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

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

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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

And i just love your flashy ways

We're running out of space,