This is a song about "Run up"

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

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

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

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Hands start grabbin me as i run up the stairs

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I'm coming up off that shit, i run this track like usain bolt,

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

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