This is a song about "Money runnin"

Without the sound of guns

Runnin home invasions

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

The dead society of a poet

She is far bizarre

Runnin shit like a track star,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Runnin' with an axe i'm mike myers/

All these emotions runnin through ma mind

No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Or whoever really runnin it

Extraterrestrial runnin' over pedestrians

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that