This is a song about "Running whit wolve"

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

(2x speed fast) numbing humming, plumbing, punning, running,

They rooting for me, they say a nigga buzzing

Young roy be stunting , liars steady running

Sicken feeling running thought my head

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

She like dudes whit lotto money from

I’m effervescent, just ask them

Squirrel is running on the roof

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

And now the present got you struggling

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

I hear your breathing, you've been running/