This is a song about "Runnin and duckin"

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

And mobb deep was runnin' shook ones, they was meant for this

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

And even though most dads think they bossen, y'all are really runnin the

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

You pull up in parking lots

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

Heard you runnin your mouth and bumpen your gums

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Everyday we do it right, we're always duckin' murders,

Everybody watching while you touching real money

I'm duckin' the feds, touchin' the bread, and hopefully, faithfully,