This is a song about "Running a round"

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

I ain't got nothing, but a stuffy nose running

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

She be going crazy round the pole like it's a fuck fest

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

It's like i'm running 'round wounded, so tired of pain

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

Blow up by tonight. but who am i? still running round spitting all these lame lines.

I'm gon remember her, but still

Like a snow ball running down a hill

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

The round ricochets into your crew and pulls a columbine

Running circles round your skull like the earths equator

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her