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

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

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

As you're running in circles you get mixed up with each other

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

And with them dashes ur probably running too fast.

If they could cut out all the busting

I'm the stack over-fun, fast flow and running

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

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

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

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

Finish line with the tire marks

With blood running fast down my arms