This is a song about "Running with you"

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

You running for the chapel

She all that i can handle

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

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

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Really you spent running and hiding

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

And with them dashes ur probably running too fast.

You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you

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

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

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