This is a song about "Runnin"

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Extraterrestrial runnin' over pedestrians

All these emotions runnin through ma mind

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

Little more weed, first class seats

I kept runnin through the streets

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

Lucky seven probably poppa

I'm runnin this obama

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Runnin' up all the streets and bogs

Cause we been off them slave ships

Runnin home invasions