This is a song about "Hit and run"

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

To meet run-d.m.c. and induct them

Taking a shit and taking a hit,

You can feel it via spirit

Run and hide and look for a cop

I gotta know if it's real or not

Suck my lolly pop then

To meet run-d.m.c. and induct them

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

And run away, because hip hop couldnt hold

And if i want to go outside

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Get of the mic, beat it and run

See, i'm second to no one