This is a song about "Fore runner"

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

I'll walk away from it all 'fore i let it go any further

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

I'll just stick with software 'fore i lose a thumb

Get in it so i gotsa warn ya fore i tore ya

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

He is a gunner get ready better do a runner

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

Now get up out the store 'fore the g's let it spray

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder

I aint no fucking runner,

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

The spirit i had 'fore i go back to the same crap

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

Keep those rhymes tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt