This is a song about "Running forcaptain"

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Sicken feeling running thought my head

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Running with no fuckin shoe

You running for the chapel

Lady at the frank stand will

If i could have 25 wives

And i got 'em running miles,

Fighting crews arrive running right rampant

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

"how money running this world?!"

We left em a world that's cursed

They fuckin running ,motherfuckers coming

They rooting for me, they say a nigga buzzing

I'm doing the same thing

I'm on the run, keep running