This is a song about "Running out of time"

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

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

Just another product of this matrix

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

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

Running infront of a train

Grown men in this game

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

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

This is it though i'm runnin' out of time to write

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

We're running out of space,

You're that secret place