This is a song about "Australian running convention"

The beat running its course

Black fours red drop head doors

Mr. right's running up,

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Squirrel is running on the roof

From ireland but i'll land, running

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

Now i gotta exit after you

Running with no fuckin shoe

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Really you spent running and hiding

But he don't rule a thing