This is a song about "Running through the city"

Because we barey talk and im almost in the city

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

There's many questions running through my head

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

I'm on the run, keep running

But he don't rule a thing

Where would i be without my dogs

The beat running its course

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

News flash: concern in the city,

Squirrel is running on the roof

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

But all that city banging pride man it never got through to me

City bread just like the rangers

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters