This is a song about "Run on sentences"

And i need you to show me love

Keep ya distance with those sentences

Yeah i run this earth , the globe u livin on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Spitting sentences spilling residue on his crew neck

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

Boy, you better run, cause you on deathbed,

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

I sense some censorship while your dwelling on sentences

Magical sentences

And panned out, i'm all in love

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Run on a ramage until the world ends