This is a song about "Running back"

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Sicken feeling running thought my head

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

I ain't running for nothing / quick don't look back

Young roy be stunting , liars steady running

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

You running for the chapel

Lady at the frank stand will

Squirrel is running on the roof

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Relevance has got me running

Bun b, i’m underground king

(2x speed fast) numbing humming, plumbing, punning, running,

Blowing money fast looking like i'm saving nothing

Shaolin finger jab, stab the man running

And getting money is the song i sing