This is a song about "Running over cats with lawnmowers"

Wearin' nothin' but they fuckin' blast with the matchin' turban

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Run with ill cats, and we we kill that, with heat like shaq attack,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Well be running a muck with our music, doorlists and business

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

I leave most motherfuckers with suppressed lungs running out of air supply,

If you cross paths with my while im running straight,

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Remember jack? theirs a reason i only hang with the dogs, not the cats/

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

Running over trans ams

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

Flows all over the place like im running and jumping