This is a song about "Running in mississauga"

Caught up in the system. running from the coppers

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

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/

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Time is running while you're walking in gait

While the fbi or punk police be running in

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

Squirrel is running on the roof

When they hear me rocking the groove

Wait, now it's about eight something

From ireland but i'll land, running

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

She can only take so much more than her heart got