This is a song about "Running fron the"

The snitch on the block be running for his life

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Don't go running from the shadows

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Later on the grown up was running the map man

I'm the stack over-fun, fast flow and running

Niggas getting flipped, i get them done for nothing

Squirrel is running on the roof

Its cold as shit in this booth

You running for the chapel

She all that i can handle

The drug dealers hit the street running the pavement.

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk