This is a song about "Time is running short"

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Time is automatic

But fuck it - i'll take my own advice and cut it short cuz battling you is just time wasted

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

Squirrel is running on the roof

Girls say everything that i write smooth

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

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Okay i am running out of time

And just in time your head is mine

High heel wearer, hell of a body

His high is still really short to me

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

Like the mayans fuck us over with short time

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed

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