This is a song about "Jog"

They walk then i'mma jog, they job then i'mma sprint

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

I don't jog around my neighborhood, but i run my block/

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I'll kick ya head to jog your memory 'cuz i ain't finished yet,

Decided to bag all i had and jog right home where my mother sleeps

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Decided to bag all i had and jog right home where my mother sleeps

They walk then i'mma jog, they job then i'mma sprint

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

How do y'all expect to win sprints if you only at a jog?

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

You got nothing, you sprint to keep up with my jog

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god