This is a song about "Running the"

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

I put these poems all in these songs

The beat running its course

We will never die, we are forever alive

The snitch on the block be running for his life

You running for the chapel

Lady at the frank stand will

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.

Later on the grown up was running the map man

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets