This is a song about "Running"

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

Shaolin finger jab, stab the man running

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

A far reach from them rap dudes

Squirrel is running on the roof

We hustle to survive

And i got 'em running miles,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

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

Nigga fuck the black and whites

And i got 'em running miles,

Like a small garage in your backyard

Every girl running hard.