This is a song about "Running and fighting"

That's why i'm representing for the 'hood, and i'm fighting strong,

But ya chose to go before meand brothas miss ya while your gone

My team running and we can't fall!

I don’t do nothing but ball

And i got 'em running miles,

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Infectious like my rhymes, i'm fighting crime, and picking wages

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,

Dying of thirst, been out 100 bars and running

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

And i got 'em running miles,

Take her back to where i live