This is a song about "Running out of time"

Running out of ideas i need to retool

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

To a high standard of living with these sounds before were out of time

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

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

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

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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

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

Everyone else freaks out, and starts running out the front

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

But it's time you faced reality, it's time you snap out of that daze.

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

Running out of time your hour glass collided with my ill mind,