This is a song about "Don t run away from the truth"

So stay the fuck away from me

Dc, man over money

Run away get away ye's got a gun

I want to fight the music on this one

I stay the fuck away from the knife,

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Wanting to run away from reality to the abdominal cavity

I try to run away from my issues, but it doesn't help at all

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

You pull up in parking lots

Run away from the cars...

Facing away the image ive become/ truth be told/ its truely cynical

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

My gold rollie tell time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!