This is a song about "Who run it"

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Niggas talk but they know who run this block

To the kid who said it

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

I run shit, it happens that for rap i have some gift

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Went on the run it isn't

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Who want it? who wants to battle

She caught up in my love triangle

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

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

According to these snakes who run up on me, who you messin' with?

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

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