This is a song about "Running rings"

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Simple timing and found i can run rings round

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

You can't get at me, i'm like helm's deep in lord of the rings.

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

On the road to riches and diamond rings

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

My mood swings - "it rings or wings" or "silently settle in morose"

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something

Young roy be stunting , liars steady running

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

Im hungrier than jordan with no rings