This is a song about "Runnin up a check"

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Hold up, check that his food for any lice,

I'm in your head like mnemonic device

I hit your block and we can box for fun

It's only a dream, check point reality one

Hanging ma' nose up like runnin' horns,baring my teeth at those who roar.

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

She said that she saw my name as a blank check

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Charles manson in the flesh, i kill a nigga for the check

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

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Runnin' up all the streets and bogs