This is a song about "Run up"

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I hear them talk, and run back to my room, my dad checks up on my bed//

Run up on fools, till they know this name

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,

No discipline, run up and #sucka #punch a #citizen

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Been ready to run up on it like a us embassy/

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Run up in the crib tryna uncover shit

Look in the scope, my people still a target