This is a song about "Running in mississauga"

Mr. cocaine muzik, i’m 100 proof

Squirrel is running on the roof

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

Illuminati in control vigilante on patrols philanthropists running the show ruining souls/

Two click-clacks and a burst in the niggas , they be scared and be running with their tears

My laptop just laying on my desk, wondering what's gonna' happen next

Wait, now it's about eight something

Relevance has got me running

People are running around in circlees they start over lapping

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

And i remember always running in the hallways as a kid,

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

We're trapped like hamsters in cages, constantly running as they handle our wages