This is a song about "A deranged lunitic shooting up a building running from cops"

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

Running from the cops like that shit is an olympic sport,

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building

Illegitimate spittin' shit equivalent to penguins in a building,

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

Like staking your building sells a clean sweep

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

Wake up every day shooting for a future so bright.

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

While young thugs still running away from the cops