This is a song about "Running through the 641 with my woes"

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

While the states are spraying kids with 'straying' clips for cash that's running

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Running through my mind like i was late for class

I'm on the run, keep running

I'm the sushi king

34. blood running down my sleeve,

Rideright back to the movies

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Running with no fuckin shoe

Wanna spend it all on you

But now i’m ok, i got my shit together

With lyrics flowing through my head, left, right and centre

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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