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

Sicken feeling running thought my head

I don't want you to have my permit yet

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

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

Two click-clacks and a burst in the niggas , they be scared and be running with their tears

"make a fool of me" upon uttering a threat in attempt to self defense

We no longer close or nothing

I'm on the run, keep running

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

With blood running fast down my arms

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Instead i gritted my teeth through the pain,

No good. never try too hard though, running my game cross the street to the bar

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

This is my point of view, murderers i be running through,

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you