This is a song about "As a ran"

To the point that you ran out of hope, you were a high grass

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

But it was a miracle, i ran for miles and met my crew in the kitchen

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Sharp as a knife, shiny as a dime

Would look at us all the time

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Scared shitless, i ran towards the ghosts, going white as teeth

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

In a similar fashion as when i ran my fingers through her hair

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

That he ran the streets, i ran the beats

No stress, snort blow less cause thats my whole mess, ran away for a night,

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right