This is a song about "Run up the bands"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

You the type to run your mouth then run from me

I wonder why, i sit and cry

The chap stick has run dry,

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Run up in the crib tryna uncover shit

If the feds run up on you , you're going to death row

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

I run up in your spot getting invasive

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,

But it made me the man i am today, thanks