This is a song about "Running fron the"

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I'm on the run, keep running

Money ain't a thing

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

I remember the makeup running down your face

On the boards running with the bulls noah,blocked into a coma,

Without no reasonable doubt y'all was all on the sofa

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

Writing like i'm running on the loose,

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

Later on the grown up was running the map man

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

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