This is a song about "Run the money up"

I wonder so often

Going for the long run

I can run up to the station, grab some hostages or,

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

Maybe help someone stand up instead of run

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Cuz gun play, might end ya up by the run way

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Hands start grabbin me as i run up the stairs