This is a song about "Running"

34. blood running down my sleeve,

Inferior, but i'm nice

And i got 'em running miles,

Hop in and let me test drive

From ireland but i'll land, running

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

If you feel it, it must be real just

Fighting crews arrive running right rampant

Be the ocean, where i unravel

You running for the chapel

Wait, now it's about eight something

Get it girl, keep that motor running

Roses by the dozen, everyday i'm hustling

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

"how money running this world?!"

Long as she come to me first