This is a song about "Who run it"

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

But the people that run it should all be ashamed

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

Run as fast as you can, stop writin and kill it

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

They try and copy it, they run but not as quick

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

I turned around to run, twisted my ankle and sprained it

You gotta get off the mound, and put the game down

Run down these clowns, who be beefin' tryna take my crown

Feel it in yo blood, this shit right run deep

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Get of the mic, beat it and run

So now she picks up the gun

To the kid who said it

She crazy, that stalker shit