This is a song about "I my the run"

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

But i find it fun how the words just run,

Bled, an suddenly the thoughts run back in my head

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

My wrists run red with blood splattered on the bed.

All because i don't run around for my own sake

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

World on my shoulders as i run back to this my childhood

I run and rub my crotch upon an old hobo

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

I run the motherfucking system, when i want, i perk it too,

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

Believe me i'mma be your god

I run out on the job.