This is a song about "Runnin and duckin"

Or at least inquire similar desires

Runnin' with an axe i'm mike myers/

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

Runnin' up all the streets and bogs

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

There's people goin hungry, see some runnin for the dope and gin

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

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

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

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

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money