This is a song about "Run the jewels"

Az and busta rhymes spit jewels on the diamond,

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

The chap stick has run dry,

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Boy if you a king im the jewels in ya crown

That shit is mad depressin, bringin me down

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit

I run the fucking gamut

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

You're a level one and i'm the devil's son you bevel run

I run out on the job.

That cellphone that i bought

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks