This is a song about "Running it"

34. blood running down my sleeve,

And ya'll don't know no beef

Squirrel is running on the roof

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

That skate hard, thrash black hoodies, try something

Shaolin finger jab, stab the man running

Tell them niggas we coming

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.

Young roy be stunting , liars steady running

So now i show you off to the block no fronting

Relevance has got me running

Wait, now it's about eight something