This is a song about "Running from the waves"

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

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

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

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

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

Watch the great life take the wayside and just the sickness remains

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

Don't go running from the shadows

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Squirrel is running on the roof

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth