This is a song about "Running in trees"

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

Took me a while just to write those

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

I'm already running in. what exactly is keeping him? do you know what we were in?

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Caught up in the system. running from the coppers

While the fbi or punk police be running in

I make songs about shit for attention

People are running around in circlees they start over lapping

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring