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

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

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

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

If they could cut out all the busting

Would you be running with crews or have somethin' to prove,

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Vsu don't regret you

Running with no fuckin shoe