This is a song about "Run up"

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

And get on down with this thc vision

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

Down in dallas at the all-star game

Run up on fools, till they know this name

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

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

Run up in the crib tryna uncover shit

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

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

Legs... stamina's up as i run this

Welcome to hell, niggasi rock bad bitches

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

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