This is a song about "Got your bitch running"

Roses by the dozen, everyday i'm hustling

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

Go pop some pills or something

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

I remember the makeup running down your face

But he don't rule a thing

Relevance has got me running

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,

And i got 'em running miles,

Bring the battering ram where you live

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

I ain't got nothing, but a stuffy nose running