This is a song about "Run tell that"

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

I run shit, it happens that for rap i have some gift

Did your mother tell you that

Baby all i do is rap

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

But the people that run it should all be ashamed

I'm hearing familiar sounds familiar smells, only time can tell whos gonna run this town.

Put that pussy right up in my face, i remember, the way she put it down

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Someone tell these motherfuckers that hop is back!

Tell me that you call that rapping

And this will be the song that we sing

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

So i ended up all alone

Didn't yo mama tell you that is wrong

You were right here all along