This is a song about "Running streets"

Wait, now it's about eight something

Get it girl, keep that motor running

I was born to do the damn thing

From ireland but i'll land, running

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something

Shaolin finger jab, stab the man running

Played our beats on the streets

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Young roy be stunting , liars steady running

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

You can't leave the ghetto streets

No time to plot retreats

You're walking these streets,

When you're reachin' your dreams