This is a song about "Time running out"

Dying of thirst, been out 100 bars and running

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

This time it's for real, i'm not faking out/

Schools out, its time to ball.

And we can't fall

But i pussy out every single time

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Running out of ideas i need to retool

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

And i could see you coming home after work late

Time is running while you're walking in gait

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

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

“why couldn't they work it out the first time?”

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme