This is a song about "Running from the cops"

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

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

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Their aint no running away from the light,

Also dont forget to mention hiding from cops

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

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

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

Get off a key like i can’t sing

I'm on the run, keep running

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

But im the definition of darkness, don't go running from the shadows

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

You pull up in parking lots

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

They don't even want the beef i got the cattle running from me