This is a song about "Running and death"

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

My team running and we can't fall!

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

I hope she's blessed and her mom copes with the death

It lets u think and rest, never at the brink of death

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

At the bottom and top, running and also stopped,

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Causing death and destruction

Been on my shoulder and wait for my death

They at the same spot they making no progress