This is a song about "Runnin and duckin"

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Extraterrestrial runnin' over pedestrians

In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs

Heard you runnin your mouth and bumpen your gums

6 o's pay for my car

Runnin shit like a track star,

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

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

I'm runnin this obama

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Make a fuckin statement, but not for duckin probation/