This is a song about "Running from the waves"

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Running from the game just me and my wife

Squirrel is running on the roof

One time for the girls with the right shoes

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

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

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

From ireland but i'll land, running

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

While young thugs still running away from the cops

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

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

Don't go running from the shadows

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes