This is a song about "Running through the city"

So i needs to hit a lick, drasticallyi see some balding-ass niggas and they slipping in my spot

Last bit of haze to blaze,everyday was like another police chase,running through the block

The beat running its course

Kirko paint her walls

I'm on the run, keep running

Niggas dying like its nothing

You can't lock me up cause i'm only running through

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

Squirrel is running on the roof

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Squirrel is running on the roof

A far reach from them rap dudes

And for 20-spat about the city!

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

City bread just like the rangers

Talking of the gods you serve