This is a song about "Time is running short"

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

And guess what there is no running to the hills cause your dead and i'm the cause

Squirrel is running on the roof

Girls say everything that i write smooth

His high is still really short to me

Chillin' with homies and family

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

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

How bout we blow this bit

Time is automatic

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

The afrocentric rappers who knew life is too short,

This nation's peace sent here to run you

Your time is up, your time is due,