This is a song about "Run the 765"

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You can't forget run d.m.c., the beastie boys,

Never had a chance to try

The chap stick has run dry,

I run out on the job.

Believe me i'mma be your god

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I'm on the run from destiny, limited rhapsody

The bigger the run for

They make it worth more

Went on the run it isn't

Once guarded like the jail assistant

Wife beaters, it's the end of your cardigans run

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Get of the mic, beat it and run

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun