This is a song about "Running this shit"

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Feelin like fuck this, rappin this sus shit

But you don't have a chance

Running shit and i need more laps

We left em a world that's cursed

"how money running this world?!"

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

I'm running with all this hate stopping

I said here take this shit

Look inside my closet

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

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

I'm trying to let the force be with you, i get you

This is my point of view, murderers i be running through,

There's rules to this shit

The dead society of a poet