This is a song about "Running down an op"

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I dont even rap down at the town shelter, im wherever theres an investor,

A covert op in the night killin guerilla fractions

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Not likely like stay long please

34. blood running down my sleeve,

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

I speak my mind with an upside down cross

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

I remember the makeup running down your face

From ireland but i'll land, running

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs