This is a song about "Running the"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Shaolin finger jab, stab the man running

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

The line of my gasoline, running clean up to the truck

Odd future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang

Later on the grown up was running the map man

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

I remember the makeup running down your face

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

I'm the stack over-fun, fast flow and running

Niggas getting flipped, i get them done for nothing