This is a song about "Crosscountry running"

Fighting crews arrive running right rampant

About disaster in the world and

Young roy be stunting , liars steady running

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Squirrel is running on the roof

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

"how money running this world?!"

We left em a world that's cursed

Really you spent running and hiding

Bun b, i’m underground king

Every girl running hard.

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park