This is a song about "Run the jewels"

Three j's took me this high

The chap stick has run dry,

I run for the money

I’m tryna be low key

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

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

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

There are times when you'll need someone

Get of the mic, beat it and run

I'm on the run from destiny, limited rhapsody

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Some of you are lost and can't be found like the stolen jewels

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood