This is a song about "Run with me"

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

This harbour's run for trading ships with kiss 'em redemption

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

She drove me like a race won, i #run #over, with some red wine

Ah fuck it i'll run your ass over with a bugatti

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Smack frauds with a mac card i run this shit

Beasting see me, me, i'm the mc on some run-type shit

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Run them over with tractors i'll gun your shoulder

I wish i’ll never see you again

You can run from them you can run with them

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

My anxiety"ll kill me in the long run/