This is a song about "Re ran samples"

Perhaps i ran them accents into the ground

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

The classmate that offered got up and ran

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

Like as if i didn’t know man

Against anyone, i never ran

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Passing out cyanide samples, i'll down a whole gallon

Just re upped now the refer reappeared

The former, position of a pimp

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Cuz my clip just ran out of bullets.

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Live in a nation ran by camouflaged communist,

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list