This is a song about "Running gun"

Get it girl, keep that motor running

I was born to do the damn thing

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

And last but not least please don't tell no one

You talkin bout toting that gun

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Young roy be stunting , liars steady running

(2x speed fast) numbing humming, plumbing, punning, running,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I went to get the gun

I can only imagine

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

I hit your block and we can box for fun