This is a song about "Hiding from the cops"

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

Escape from the demons that are hiding in us all

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

Stop hiding behind the blind

For that paper, i'mma grind

Where would i be without my dogs

From the jects, where peepa don't call cops/

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

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

But my life isnt perfect , always ran from the cops

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Y’all only in it for the cars

(sirens) "oh shit the cops"

Now, im on the show cops its live though, runnin from the five-0,

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live