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

But my fuckin laptop about to run out of power,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Tried to run away but my parts only shut down

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Im young ready to run with my gun silenced

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

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

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

Been ready to run up on it like a us embassy/

Everybody watching while you touching real money

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Bills to pay, hungers growing, chills run down my spine like snowing