This is a song about "Run up"

I run up in your spot getting invasive

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

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

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Run up in the crib tryna uncover shit

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

I run at a million miles an hour, your trying to keep up kid

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Now i cant even run, for fun, ill be throwin up more blood than a pussy on its period,

Do it like tonyfuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

So you better run better run son

They'll have to rename this one

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

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun