This is a song about "Run to the graveyard"

You could have it all alone, cause i’m better without you

Only food accepts the fat kids, got nothing else to run to

Run to the station n make a statement.

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Small things turn to the big - one death to the graveyard

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

I used to be poor in the bad part down, stealing bikes to run,

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Send you to the graveyard and char you with my fire blast

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

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

Used to run the streets but now i'm runnin' every summer/

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number