This is a song about "Run your city"

You're bruce jenner, confused with your true gender so you freaking run

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

You run your fuckin mouth and now you're piss out of luck

You the type to run your mouth then run from me

Third ward general, young cash money

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

No matter what city or town your in you're gonna get screwed

Your all little faggot niggas with your city lost,

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

If you run away i will capture your mother

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

Chicago ain't your city it's just a spot that you chill in

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win