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

No need to run girl just take it, i'm satan

Me and my microphone could be one

Tell my hoe it aint nowhere near time to go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

My bitches like to cut the dope, and bag it for a dime and at the same time

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

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

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

Im young ready to run with my gun silenced

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Always had my palms itchin time to get it

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

I turned around to run, twisted my ankle and sprained it

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit