This is a song about "Running"

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Mr. right's running up,

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

What i'm wanting, and i'm trying to see something

From ireland but i'll land, running

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

And i got 'em running miles,

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

Shaolin finger jab, stab the man running

While scheming on hits

From running past my dungeons

And now the present got you struggling

I'm on the run, keep running