This is a song about "Running laps"

Till the day i die i'm running laps around these wiretaps

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

I'm running out of air

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

Bitch stop running your mouth

My garage full of cars that bounce

Leading with the speed by like one or two laps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Race laps of mad collabs like im runnin the autobahn,

But i’m praying in advance

Running shit and i need more laps