This is a song about "Running ver cats with lawnmowers"

As you're running in circles you get mixed up with each other

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

Ho i kick it, i punt it like reggie roby or something

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

She gonna dance when that molly through

Running with no fuckin shoe

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

I'm coming back to shock and awe, keep running, squawkin' with your clotted scars,

With a trail of dead mic's cause these wack cats get stopped like red lights.

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

I leave most motherfuckers with suppressed lungs running out of air supply,

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die