This is a song about "Run up"

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

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

Hands start grabbin me as i run up the stairs

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

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

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

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

My back up is running / i run fast so you can't rob me

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

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