This is a song about "My time to run it"

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

If you did run, it was not like you to run far

You didn't respond to my battle till the second time i sent it cuz i stomped you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

You didn't respond to my battle till the second time i sent it cuz i stomped you

Im young ready to run with my gun silenced

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

It's flowin' through my veins, but every time i try to flow it rains,

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

To run it another way to say is that i got an occupation

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

It never crossed my mind, how much i improved from then to now and time to time

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

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet