This is a song about "Time running out"

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Time is running while you're walking in gait

We no longer close or nothing

Way out hand running to burger king

Summer time is coming now, so normally we'd wild out

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

I leave most motherfuckers with suppressed lungs running out of air supply,

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Might as well prepare

I'm running out of air

Its me, running #blood in an out of your #stream

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

People running out with a missing tooth

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

Everyone else freaks out, and starts running out the front