This is a song about "Crosscountry running"

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something

Straight g thing, double m g thing

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

From ireland but i'll land, running

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

Tina perm your fucking weave

34. blood running down my sleeve,

They fuckin running ,motherfuckers coming

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running

Know what? dope, crack, and coke is in the coat tucked

Fighting crews arrive running right rampant

You running for the chapel

That’s only if they handle

"how money running this world?!"

Long as she come to me first