This is a song about "Run up nigga"

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Parking lot of the blue flame

Run up on fools, till they know this name

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Pac told me fuck the world, i'm bout to cum now

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Nigga had a bad day, throw it up

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Run up in the crib tryna uncover shit

Put your raggedy house up nigga or shut your mouth up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Callin' her up on the phone, quarter-dime telly nigga,

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Wearin' up in a jacket and designer pelle pelle nigga,