This is a song about "Running in trees"

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I'm running amok in a village of villians and sluts

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Or will i turn savage and live in the trees? maybe a dog to keep me company.

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

Running gayly down center stage, i flip out caged in a rage like a ballistic bomber

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

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

Sittin up in the trees, spittin "what?" to whatevers beneath

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

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

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