This is a song about "Shit it the 5 0 nigga run"

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

They say nothings ever free

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

My dick eatin 5 star yo shit eatin from the trash

Im happier when high and drunk

Went on the run it isn't

I feel ready. i run it into the ground tire out and put that shit to bed, mumble your

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Run up in the crib tryna uncover shit

But i find it fun how the words just run,

Hold on you can see my vision

Get of the mic, beat it and run

Riding around without a fuck given