This is a song about "Running through the 6"

We're running out of space,

Don't you fall from grace

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Running through my mind like i was late for class

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

Through the walls these ghosts drown

I better get my gown

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Sons and daughters wander through the slums for running water

Mr. right's running up,

Some niggas ain't got no luck

When they hear me rocking the groove

Squirrel is running on the roof

In through the throat and squeeze

Lights please, lights please