This is a song about "Run tell that"

Stop the madness that has been spun, just finish what has begun and run/

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Run around town, looking for a guy that sell that tree,

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

We been down for too long but that's alright

Hey doc, tell everyone that i tried

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

That petty shit that you run for

Did your mother tell you that

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Time after time, again and again

That gon' be the realist tell em

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Numerology can tell that you're clearly a seven.

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Everyone can tell that you're timid,