This is a song about "Running away"

34. blood running down my sleeve,

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Sicken feeling running thought my head

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

"how money running this world?!"

But i murder him first

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Shaolin finger jab, stab the man running

Them hoes be smelling that dick from so far away, they be running

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

From ireland but i'll land, running

And this will be the song that we sing

Squirrel is running on the roof

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

An watch you cry trying to find the ways to try running away punk