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,

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Run up in the crib tryna uncover shit

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

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

But you hate them navel kisses

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

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

No discipline, run up and #sucka #punch a #citizen

Cause everythang gonna be alright

Run up on you wit a nine, what a fright

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