This is a song about "Run on sentences"

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

My team a run trains on you

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Beasting see me, me, i'm the mc on some run-type shit

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

Beyond the extremities of every one and anyone

I will put ya on the run, i’ll put ya on the run

But you hate them navel kisses

Magical sentences

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Boy, you better run, cause you on deathbed,

Infinite run on sentence, the mic is my pendant bringing vengeance,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks