This is a song about "Running and death"

Cause my mother let me do what i want

At the bottom and top, running and also stopped//

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Me and my crew the best we do this to the death

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Running and dicing fried rice and no accent on rice please,

The revolution has arrived

I was young and running wild,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Disappear broke every law of physic and spawned death.

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

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