This is a song about "I run them boys"

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

To meet run-d.m.c. and induct them

Been wishing and dreaming sitting believing that i,l come and change with my voice/

The dirty south boys,i just thank god i made it out boys,

They say beauty's in the eye of the beholder

Run them over with tractors i'll gun your shoulder

I think she's probably done with boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I got 800 invisible men

To meet run-d.m.c. and induct them

I gotta a mic so you better run

Me and my microphone could be one

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

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

I hear them talk, and run back to my room, my dad checks up on my bed//

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set