This is a song about "Runnin and duckin"

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Runnin' with an axe i'm mike myers/

Oldest nation on this earth

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

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

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

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Stopped runnin from my demons, now we play cards and shit

While scheming on hits

Runnin home invasions

And runnin' with specific crews, turnin' blue? shit's a clue

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you