This is a song about "Your running through my bran faster then a train"

There's many questions running through my head

I don't want you to have my permit yet

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Running through my mind like i was late for class

Blue dixon running shoes hanging from laces,hearts pounding faster when

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

Forget not amir the creator, who can plant a fear like a gator we all in your train

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Spittin my raps at you faster than a stampede,

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

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

Ghost is finally here feel it running through my body as i start shaking speaking

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

They calling me the hottest in the game

They movement shit, that's a potty train