This is a song about "Till i run this town"

But im trying to run this town

Then get out your seat and jump around

Yeah this new town cannot make

They say them colors must be fake

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

This gin, till i drink this, yep this shit's gonna last

Accidents happen when i got the mac in hand

I run u in them circles from the night till the morn,

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Run up on fools, till they know this name

Well rick james, maury jane

Legs... stamina's up as i run this

See, i'm just trying to focus

In this segregated town, and see i find that hate degrading,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing