This is a song about "Running"

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Mr. right's running up,

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

"how money running this world?!"

But i murder him first

Shaolin finger jab, stab the man running

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something

If you ever feel alone and

Fighting crews arrive running right rampant

Squirrel is running on the roof

One time for the girls with the right shoes

From running past my dungeons

When you spill out hits

34. blood running down my sleeve,

Rideright back to the movies