This is a song about "Hate running"

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

Running with no fuckin shoe

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

They fuckin running ,motherfuckers coming

If they could cut out all the busting

I'm on the run, keep running

From ireland but i'll land, running

We no longer close or nothing

I'm running with all this hate stopping

With the piece that kel was rocking

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

Acting like you real or something

Sicken feeling running thought my head

This is like love, that you can never get