This is a song about "Run the city"

The bigger the run for

Ima go until my arm's sore

My city my committee, bitch eat where the dirt stay

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

I do it my way, mofuck' what ya'll say

I'm glad i met you in the city that day,

And for 20-spat about the city!

When you wipe your eyes see it clearly

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

And i know that you're open

But for now, i'm on the run