This is a song about "Cops running behind me"

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

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

Cops just wanna get me

I delete they history

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

U running without paying me...don't even try

Throwin you a dub

Better then me running up

While young thugs still running away from the cops

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

From jacob's ladder following me from behind, blood stained disguise,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Excuse me sir, are we done, gotta go running,