This is a song about "Running this shit"

With alla this whack shit

No car key and i mean that

A plan to pass this rappers like a running stream...

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

It ain't like that

With all of this rap shit

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

I see there's levels on this shit, levels on this shit.

This rap was pretty shit,

Can’t you hear that

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Feelin like fuck this, rappin this sus shit

I know the world been waiting for that

Running from the cops like that shit is an olympic sport,

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford