This is a song about "Kyle brooks"

Then runs outside its nine past 12 he runs into the street a car hits him and he

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

Cos this is rap game,here pussy sells and skills kills

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

And runs a record business by the time daylight comes

At her, she skips second period and runs home but

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Money runs like a golden river

It's inherited, it's runs in the family

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

The government runs the shit, there's no game to play,

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today