This is a song about "Running from love"

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

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

From ireland but i'll land, running

Go pop some pills or something

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Them hoes be smelling that dick from so far away, they be running

I was wondering maybe

They get no love from me

Running from the cops like that shit is an olympic sport,

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short