This is a song about "Running camp"

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

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

Truthfully don't do much, but with you trying do something

And i got 'em running miles,

We hustle to survive

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you

Running with no fuckin shoe

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.