This is a song about "I my the run"

I run u in them circles from the night till the morn,

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

I will put ya on the run, i’ll put ya on the run

Body bad as hell, her vagina is heaven

I turned around to run, twisted my ankle and sprained it

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I run for the money

My tongue brass your bum ass get run past i have

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

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

My anxiety"ll kill me in the long run/

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son