This is a song about "I won t run"

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

But ima celebrate like i won the award

He lost a battle you see, and he's just mad that i won

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Yeah, i won the rhyme lottery, it's just another week

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

I won't say i won yet, leave that to the critics,

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

She #drove me like a race won, i #run #over, with some red wine

I've already won

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

So you won the last one, ya had ya fun fag time to run

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done