This is a song about "Running gun"

I'm on the run, keep running

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

I love to pull out my gun

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

If they could cut out all the busting

Actor done the switch of my gun

We have nothing in common

And i listen to common

In the car with a gun,

And now the present got you struggling

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.

Escaping from my fucken gun

Lord knows that four door fit eight women