This is a song about "Running from cops"

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Criminals running from police doing barrel rolls and flips

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Caught up in the system. running from the coppers

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Now, im on the show cops its live though, runnin from the five-0,

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

The trunk ain't raw but we running from the law

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

Dragging heat on our trail we just bail from cops with black whips

My city's culture to the game now in existence

I let you know you dealing with dogs

From the jects, where peepa don't call cops/