This is a song about "As a ran"

Ran through rally's parkin' lot and took a shortcut

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

Sharp as a knife, shiny as a dime

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

And as the blood ran he felt elated

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Scared shitless, i ran towards the ghosts, going white as teeth

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

To the point that you ran out of hope, you were a high grass

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Live in a nation ran by camouflaged communist,

But those crews i ran with were tough and cold as icicles,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups