This is a song about "Running the"

On the boards running with the bulls noah,blocked into a coma,

Without no reasonable doubt y'all was all on the sofa

And if i want to go outside

Their aint no running away from the light,

Shaolin finger jab, stab the man running

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

I'm on the run, keep running

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

This bag is from seattle

You running for the chapel

The snitch on the block be running for his life

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

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

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