This is a song about "Trying to write rhymes running out of time"

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Trying to get out of the hood on the wish of a star

The time is now, on everything

Way out hand running to burger king

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Seating in front of ma pc trying to write a rap

My mind potent like you high off keys or something

Dying of thirst, been out 100 bars and running

Well i was trying to write a rap to, well, amaze you

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

I just spit six lines of quick and sick rhymes to pass the time