This is a song about "Run up"

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Young girlo but i run shxt and fxck things up (fxck things up)

Run up on fools, till they know this name

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

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

Cuz gun play, might end ya up by the run way

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday