This is a song about "Time is running short"

Life is too short to decide what's wrong and what's right

And good henny make a nigga just want you tonight

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Music is my money, and i'll never stop until my system stops running

Squirrel is running on the roof

Niggas die over shoes

Ghost is finally here feel it running through my body as i start shaking speaking

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

Time is automatic

Razor grips, laser spit

Eight hundred short a grand for a show, don't care my rent is overdue

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

But this is a small step, i'm dreaming of running big

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick