This is a song about "Running in mississauga"

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

People are running around in circlees they start over lapping

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

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

Running out the clock tell im around in the sky birds flock

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

Tell them niggas we coming

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.

I keep them in detriment running at them like rampaging elephants.

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

As you're running in circles you get mixed up with each other

I done came too far to regard me as the regular