This is a song about "Running the"

Squirrel is running on the roof

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

Im flying through the ground and im running through the sky

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

You running for the chapel

This bag is from seattle

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

The trunk ain't raw but we running from the law

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

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Wait, now it's about eight something

Shaolin finger jab, stab the man running