This is a song about "Running rings"

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

They all need attention, they call me a g though

But it never rings that old friends can die by drago

Theyre called chains and rings

My team getting digits

The voices making noises constant rings in my head,

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Stores with drugs,battles without rings

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

And punches thrown with metal rings

Been spending most our lives

Simple timing and found i can run rings round

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around