This is a song about "Running from ops"

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

Blue dixon running shoes hanging from laces,hearts pounding faster when

I'm on the run, keep running

But he don't rule a thing

We will never die, we are forever alive

Running from the game just me and my wife

From running past my dungeons

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Crack dealers and converts at concerts going black ops.

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

The one eyed cyclops, from the hip hop black ops, ready or not i cant stop.