This is a song about "Runnin up a check"

You bitch boys have your own tab, but i'm running up the check

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

Check it out chillnosliip walk right up and bust your lip,

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

Punchlines check it, man with a method

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Hold up, check that his food for any lice,

Check please, a feast for me

Walk that body, talk that body

Runnin a liberation, neutralization comes to mind when my rhymes meet yours,

But all that comes out is my eccentric manners, it screws up all my looks

Runnin shit like a track star,

She prayed on me passing that bar

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

But to emcees up on the tracks i'm runnin' this amazing race,