This is a song about "Got your bitch running"

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

Your mother and my nine, got the bitch praying for her time

If i sent my dad letters

Running crashing your hearse

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

I ain't got nothing, but a stuffy nose running

Bitch stop running your mouth

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Got your bitch on the ground sucking on my nuts (my nuts)

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I remember the makeup running down your face

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

Lame artists rapping i got em running like a relay