This is a song about "Fear runs deep"

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

It's inherited, it's runs in the family

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

He runs back o the elevator, runs and slams his door,

You got get deep, deep down inside

Now move back over here to the right

Deezy, runs this rap shit,

Razor grips, laser spit

He rises runs the game while his cleats pry

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

Run towards your dreams not towards your fear