This is a song about "Running from cops"

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Cops running, thinking its a bloody missing body

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

While young thugs still running away from the cops

From ireland but i'll land, running

Tell them niggas we coming

Caught up in the system. running from the coppers

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

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